I'd rip my heart out and present it to you
There is no end to the things I would do
To bring things back to the way they should be
To restore our own brand of insanity
I told them so many times that I meant no harm
Wrongly accused of being the cause of alarm
Even without a guilty verdict
Inside I burn and it makes me sick
I first shed my tears before you found out
You tried to help me then and it truly made me doubt
If I even have the right to exist
I you hoped me dead I would grant your wish
But even my blood would not take it back
And restore the happiness we obviously now lack
He with his unjust words, I thought the truth had sufficed
Through my just now settled life his lies slowly sliced
So if this continues, I'm afraid nothing will matter
So I sit and cry, my soul on a platter

I write poetry to vent my negative emotions, so don't get the wrong idea, I'm not like this all the time.