I know I said I'd never return to this thread, but the poetry here seems pointless... And it just so happens I have some pointless poetry of my own. I'm sure Billiam will be the only one to appreciate it, but oh well.
Eyes stained with crimson tears.
A drop for all my deepest fears.
Dead in her mind and cold to the bone,
She opened her eyes and saw she was alone.
Look inside and try to find
This truth you've left behind.
You used me until you got your away.
Now I'm broken, and lost in yesterday.