This is a series of poems that I have written. They are mostly very dark.
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Death.
He's always among us,
Wanting for more,
Hoping for the day,
When you're at deaths door.
He's there when you're asleep,
He's there when your awake,
He's there deciding his next victim,
The one he's going to take.
So when your not too good,
A cough, a sniff ATCHOO,
Just remember that's deaths there-
Always waiting for you.
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I laugh at your pathetic attempts.
I won't crumble. No matter how hard you try!
I'm not gonna break, I'm not gonna cry!
Your pathetic attempts are quite hilarious really,
Jealous I have people who love me dearly?
"I'll pull your braces off" "you laugh like a man!"
Now I'm gonna laugh deeply, just because I can!
Shouting down the corridors "I'm gonna batter you!"
I'm twice your size, so yeah, like that's true.
One day you'll learn, one day you'll see-
That your words have no effect on me!
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I feel trapped in a web of worries.
I want to climb on the rooftop, and let it all out.
Scream, cry, howl and shout.
I have no one to go to, no one to help me,
I want to let go, I just want to be free.
I worry over the smallest things, they turn into something giant.
I wish my brain was sturdy and solid, instead of flexible and pliant.
Someone please help me, I don't know what to do.
I'm so upset, I need advice, from him, her, or you.
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Why, life, why?
Why is life so stupid? Why is it so unfair?
Nothing's pure, not anymore, not fields nor trees nor air.
Why are people mean? Rotten, horrid, cruel.
Like rabbid dogs, thick fat fog, the sharpest ever tool.
