Here's another:

Its saturday night, and I'm bored so here's another poem for your enjoyment. It's also pretty recent, from this last week actually.

Free (from me) - February 1, 2010

I am so empty
Nothing inside me
Only the taste of blood on my fingertips
its bittersweet
just like this solitude
From which I'm:
Too sluggish to move
Too frozen to change
Too tired to love
Me,
The she who's too tiring to be loved
weeps
sleeps
continues to keep
keep on trying
Trying, crying, dying
dying to be
To be free