Okay, I got fed up of my old poems and decided I'm gonna fix the ones that could be likened to "diamonds in the rough" and scrap the ones that were crap to begin with. So, the grand count of poetry is now 2.

Surrounded by people,
yet feeling all alone.
Staring into empty space,
words running through my head.
Making sense of nonsense,
filter truth from lies.
Dechiper what you really mean,
from the words and games you play.
You said you'd never leave me,
but meant you'd never be there at all.

Laying black and blue,
with blood in my hair.
Shift my blackened eye,
and see my shirts all torn.
Fresh cuts on my face,
bleed down onto my neck.
Struggling to my feet; I see you,
standing at the door.
Cold eyes, cold heart, cold steel.
Hateful eyes, empty heart, loaded gun.