It's kind of more of a rap/poem/song, I was just experimenting..thoughts?

When I look in your eyes all I can think is “What If”.

What if we were together, perfect, everything bliss.

What if you were mine and I was yours.

That sure would be awesome, incredible, amazing and more.

But that’s not how it was meant to be.

I was destined to cry, bawl and all in discreet.

Only a few can know of all the tears that I’ve shed.

All for you, you asshole, you worthless piece of shit.

The tears, they change me, they change who I am.

I turn to the bottle, I’m f**kin worse off than Eminem.

But takin a drink has never ever felt so good.

Makes me forget about you, and makes me feel like I should.

And it’s crazy, because when I still think about us

I can picture our life – together forever like it was meant to be, but it wasn’t and it turns out I’m the one who’s lucky.

You used me, abused me, threw me to the side and refused me.

I’ve never felt so worthless, torn up, and phoney.

But guess what? You’re the only phoney one here,

Playing with my heart and controlling my tears.

Am I even your friend? It’s too hard to tell.

Somedays its like I’m your wallet and your back pocket’s a jail cell.

You pull me out to use me, and get what you want.

You pull me out to show me, treat me like a flaunt.

And when you’re done – you take me and you throw me out.

To the back of your dresser you don’t need me, no doubt.

Well guess what, you do need me.

Life will be getting tough because without me it ain’t easy.

You bitch about your luck, sayin it aint no good.

You better start realizin’, hell I sure would.

I’m the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to you.

You don’t need more good karma; your luck should be through.

Well no more, it’s time to put all this behind.

No more of this shit and me being confined.

So the last thing I say to you before I go to sleep,

I hate you; I hope you f**kin’ die on the streets.

As I shut my eyes and I begin to dream, I can already see that big black hole of misery.

I can’t escape this, it surrounds me all of the time.

I hate this so much and I hate that I miss it.

I’ve fallen, I’ve tripped into the hole.

When I wake up, you’ll once again be my life’s goal.

I can’t help it, there’s just somethin’ about you.

I can’t get enough, what the f**K else is new?

So what if,

What if I could spend the rest of my days with you.

What if you would finally treat me like you should.

I don’t know and only time can tell.

Until then, I just remain trapped in this hell.

Wow! That is certainly intense. It sounds like you're feeling angry and hurt. I feel for you. Life is tough sometimes. I hope you soon find what you've been looking for.

Pretty good, plenty of emtion good job Hashy hope it helps