Author Note: Okay, well I posted yet another poem. This is probably one of my worst ones, considering I wrote it at dark thirty in the morning. So if it doesn't make sense, I'm sorry,; pretend it's one of those songs from the 80's that people wrote when they were high.

All your words are trapped

In the memories forgotten

All your life's possessions

Lie on the floor unthought-of

All your days hard work

Unraveled unto the floor

And all your pictures are stashed

Behind a locked and secret door

The point is I don't want to remember

I don't want to think

Don't want to know

All the things you did to me

The pain you inflicted

The pain I felt

That is why I threw out

Locked up and left all of your stuff

In case you ever wanted to come back

Come see, come touch, come feel, come smell

All the misery I left behind is locked behind the door

And if you want to open it up

You'll see me on the floor

The thing you see is that I lied

To you and to me

I kept all of your stuff in case you ever

Wanted to come back to me

So that is why I shot the gun

And why I wrote this note

So that you would know why I died

With all your stuff real close

I died with your memories

Your feelings and your mind

Cause in case we ever meet in heaven

I want to be yours and you can be mine

Author Note: Okay another explanation...hmm, well again I don't have one, not even and idea. Well I guess you can come up with one on your own, I'm sorry you have to use your brain, it's just I can't use mine...lol. Goodbye, Until next time.

Kat