I found this on my hard drive hidden in a bunch of stuff I thought I eraced a week after me and my girlfriend broke up


So what's it to ya?
haveing greater thangs to do
nothen happens anymore
let me lie here and die
So what's it to ya?
I have already forgotten your face
the last of my memorys fade away
just imagian life in the dephts of my world
So what's it to ya?


and this one too

I can’t seem to find my self
just sitting here next to myself
wandering without a thought
sitting in the cold
hanging by a fingernal
this is my excuse for another day
nothen
to my self it makes sence
to you it makes sence
then why is this place so cold
have you left me any thing

I need a title for both of these now that I found them.

Am so sorry, Mac...

So what is it to you?
having greater things to do
nothing happens anymore
[give that heart back you tore]
let me lie here and die

So what is it to you?
I've (already) forgotten your face [too]
(the last of my) memories fade away
just imagine life [everyday]
in the dephts of my world

So what is it to you?

This title is obvoius, the last line. If you prefer something more general, how about "The question" ? The things in brackets are suggestions to get it into a form with rhyme and metre, add the edgy ones, take away the words in round, some don't like that but I think your poem wants to have kind of that stuff since it begins with words that originally rhyme!

Let me add that I see what you wanted to express with those lines and that the way will be a steep one for you. But you wouldn't show up here bothering about criticism if you would not want to change it! Try some free-climbing and keep on writing!

silent siren