On the background of this poem I sketched a very large and very angry white skull on a black background. It was probably expressing my hidden secret desire for him to be abducted by pirates so I wouldn't have to deal with his whining any longer.
Enjoy the unnecessary commas, parenthesis, and words that I bolded to make an impact.
Just Another Teen Statistic
My love, you cannot see how you hurt yourself.
All those that love you.
I stand helplessly by,
As you sink lower,
In your own black tar-filled pit
(dug by your own hands.)
Your world narrows and narrows,
'Til you can't even see
The tears rolling down my cheeks,
As I silently mourn the birth
Of just another Teen Statistic.