Regret

I'm too frightened to talk to you,
Because I hate myself.
I'd stab myself with a thousand knives,
Just to know you're okay.
I deserve to go to "heck",
This way I can't hurt you anymore.
I'll drown myself in my river of tears.
Because it's a little thing I call,
xx R.E.G.R.E.T xx

Aw. This is sad. -hug-

... Sigh ... Thanks ...

Aw, This is sad... D: I hope your OK Mia. *huggles*

... Thanks ... I think and hope I'll be fine ...

*Sigh*

Me, too. Stop posting these, please. Well, in case they make you feel better, I know writing poems do that. But still... every second I feel... worse.

Your welcome. And I'm pretty sure you will.

... Imagine how much more worse I feel, Izzie ... Each time you tell me how much it hurts ... I cry ... again ...

*Tapes mouth*

*Extends arms and embraces Mia with a huge bear hug!*
FEEL BETTER!

... We'll see when I come back from school ... First thing I do ... Talk to Izzie ... And appologize ...

Aww, Mia. *huggle* Whatever's wrong, I hope it works out.

Mehh. Its slightly better, now.. I still feel bad about it, but.. I fell better then yesterday.