Beautiful Girls

Rot and die,
try to live with another lie.

Arms seeping blood,
eyes cry a flood.

Pain sinks into your soul,
why can't I just die in a hole?

My life long disaster!
Oh, why can't I live a happy ever after?!

We were going great!
Or until we did hate.

Now I cry,
and weep, and die.

There's is no point,
when my broken heart's sobs fill my joints!

The razor's oh-so big for my little hand!
And as I swipe, I listen to that band.

The one we sung a long to in the car,
when you took my heart and placed it in your jar.

I guess it's not alone now,
with all the others you have, God only knows how.

And will you give back those weeping souls?
Or are they your prize winning goals?

I hope you keep them raised,
to where they deserve to be praised.

Because they are so shattered,
twisted and battered.

All because you had to win,
and throw all those beautiful girls in your recycle bin.

How could you do such a hanous crime?
Did you bet your buddies, and get a dime?

I yell at you now,
write this poem, then take a bow.

But we both know, when I'm finished here,
I'll grab a gun and definitely a beer.