I suppose this would also fit under the dark poetry forum but I'll only post it here.

A Mad World
She said: "I would miss your hugs"
She said: "I would miss your words"
She said: "I would miss your image"
I don't understand. I could never understand.
Why my arms are like pearls around her neck
Why my words are like the sweetest verse from a talented poet
Why my image is like the shine of a diamond so pure...
I don't understand. I could never understand.
To me...
My arms are like a noose around her neck
strangling and chocking my love to death
My words are like the shrill cries of crows from above
Cawing and trumpeting the death of my love
My image is like a fresco of a battle scene
bloodied, miserable, and should never be seen...
I don't understand. I could never understand...
That's why I stand here with a pistol in my hand
Do i shoot myself? The ones I love? The ones I hate?
Do I shoot those I've never spoken to...
A random stranger
by me removed
Like a mistake, erased. Rubber bits blown away...
Or do I crumble the paper instead
realising that all of the story is wrong.
And needs to be disposed of.
Tossed away...away....away...
Forgotten in a pile of filth
Added to another grand pile of filth
Decomposing and disentigartating into
dust...
blown...away...away...blown
away....