My poems

Dear Readers,

I wrote this poem when I was in the sixth grade. I was mad, depressed, and EMOtional. Everyone was getting on my nerves and I was having issues at home. So before I slapped anyone I got a piece of paper and my pencil out and started writing. I think of writing as an escape. I think most of us on here do. So here you go.

P.S. This poem does not rhyme.

~Crazy

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There's a hole

in your head.

From a bullet.

That I shot.

 

Now your bleeding.

Your gushing blood.

Your brain is falling

to the floor.

 

It is gross.

So digustingly so.

Your a disgrace.

What a fail.

 

Your in pain.

It is my gain.

It is funny

that I'm watching.

 

Now your dead.

To never come back.

I'll see you later.

GOODBYE.