A few short poems

Why...?
Why can't you mean what you say?,
When you say I love you,
Why can't you mean it?,
When I ask you if you are all mine,
Why can't you mean what you say?

Bloody Tears
As he held the gun to my head,
I started to cry,
And even before he shot,
I knew what would happen,
the blood would mix with my tears,
And the last tear I'd cry would be a bloody one

Messy and Horrific
As I lay dieing,
I watched as the sheets soaked up my blood,
And I realized that sheets soaking up blood,
Was like death soaking up life,
Messy and horrific

Suicide
As I looked upon the broken lives,
I realized,
Ther was a true beauty in broken life,
A beauty not seen by many,
A beauty many call bad,
A beauty many call suicide

Your Face
Evertime I look at you,
I see your angry face,
I wonder what I did,
To make it that way,
To make the pride in your eye,
Disappear,
And be replaced by disappointment and fear