Cleaned my room today and found some very strange photos. Also I found a poem that I wrote in 2008 titled: Hate M
"It left me wondering
Why you were doing all these.
After all, you barely know me.
You barely know me at all.
As I was mending my broken heart; the one before you,
You came by and swept me away.
Before I knew it, I was okay.
Now time is running, things are changing.
What do you want from me?
I am turning negative from hate.
So many negative ideas in my head.
But alas! No! This has to stop.
It's driving me insane.
You're causing me too much pain.
With a swift thumb, I deleted all of you.
Although now I keep longing...
I know, this shall pass too"
18 years old and emo as hell.