She Says...

She cries herself to sleep.
She says "I hate me".
She said "When will this end?"
She punches and throws.
She feels tired and alone.
She says "I'm done...
Done with this feeling,
Done with this pain,
Done with this terror,
Done with these games."

My interview with Fall Out Boyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
ME:So guys how was The Young Wild Things Tour
PETE:I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. Patrick was making a weird buzzing sound in my ear. PATRICK, STOP.
PATRICK:BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. I'm a bee. BUZZZZZZZZZZZ
JOE:Hey Pete, I just scored a girlfriend.
ME, PETE, PATRICK, ANDY:WHAT?(PETE cell rings and its Ashlee. HE answers it)
PETE:Hey babe, how are you?
ME:Uhh, guys, we're in the middle of an interview. Could we-
PETE:WHAT? JOE, I'M GONNA KILL YOU.
JOE:BRING IT.
PETE:YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME?
JOE:No honey, I want the whole thing.
ANDY: UMM HMM
PATRICK:Hey, did I tell you that bumble bees are going extinct?
ME:Thats wayyyyyyy more interesting than this.
JOE:You wern't enough anyway.
PETE:I was more than you.
BRENDON:YEAH. Go Pete.
ME:Hey Brendon, come and talk.
RYAN:All that glitters is not gold.
ME:WHAT? WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?
RYAN:My mom.
PATRICK:Bumble Bees come from their mothers, YAY.
(JOE and PETE are yelling back at eachother)
ME:GUYS, GUYS. Stop. What started this anyway?
PETE:He stole my girlfriend.
ME:Oh, well then it's fine to beat him up.
(Random bell starts playing. JOE and PETE are standing in a boxing ring)
BRENDON:In this corner, Peter Wentz.
RYAN:In this Corner, Joseph Trohman.
BRENDON:FIGHT
ANDY:I don't get paid to understand any of this...
ME:Brendon, Ryan, Patrick, Andy... let's go for tacos.
BRENDON, RYAN, ANDY, PATRICK:Yeah...
(JOE and Pete fight all through the night)
Keep Watching to find out who wins.

Bring Myself Back

I didn't think you could break me.
But you did.
I didn't think you could take me.
But you did.
Now I put the pieces back,
I'm cleaning the mess you made.
I'm bringing myself back,
Back from where you took me.
You did,
But I won't let you again.

This is by far the most crappy poem I've ever written.

Remember, I'll Be Gone

Will you care when I'm gone.
Will you care when we're done.
If you do, thats great.
If you don't, it's too late.
Remember this.
Remember me.
Remember us.
Remember, I'll be gone soon.
But, too bad...
It's too late.