This is a poem about a girl and James. It's kinda short but I like it.
Disclaimer: I will never, ever own anything related to Big Time Rush because Santa didn't give those rights to me for Christmas.
Another cut upon her wrist, as she whispered: "I can't do this anymore."
He left her just because she wasn't some whore.
The tears that fell when she cried.
Made a sticky mess when they dried.
How could he make her want do die?
Because he used her, that stupid guy.
While her blood falls down in specks.
She realized he will just find someone else next.
The one who said he loved her.
He would never think this would occur.
He would never treat her wrong.
Yet all the words he said broke her down and she got less strong.
On her he would never cheat.
Then why is he the reason she bleeds?
But everything he said were lies.
Would he realize he hurted her when she dies?
Now there is another cut.
And he's hooking up with some slut.
It's deeper then the last.
She will just be a memory in his past.
Because the girl that loved him is now slowly bleeding to death.
With a note is her hands saying: "James, you were my biggest regret."