Poems from lemonboy

i need to feel. i need to see red. i need to hurt.  i need to feel pain. i need to see my red blood. i need to feel the pain of the razor...
i took, one pill, then two more, then three more, then the rest of the bottle, just to stop breathing.
this body im in,  i cant love it. i see the hate, what i hate, what they hate. im too fat. i eat less and less. i eat nothing. i get sick....
are we allowed to be in love? hes just to good not to love. he loves me, and i love him. though they dont like "our kind", we cant help how...
him
when you think of love, you could see many things. from the smell of roses, to the sight of a place. i think of him. his eyes as pretty as...