Bleeding Poem by Sad Truth

A silver frame,
Just small and plain,
Filled with the joys,
Of our little 'game',

The things it contained,
Engraved, both our names,
You loved it while,
I thought it was lame,

All night I spent,
Not quit content,
I cut and glued,
Pictures of me and you,

The suprise in your eyes,
But, I didnt know the lies,
The tears I would cry,
When I would want to die,

It smashed to the ground,
When you wernt around,
Later I would be found,
.........Bleeding.........! ! !