Should I.
Or no.
Am I hated.
Or loved.
Do they care.
Or is that bull.
Ill get a gun.
And put it to my skull.
My fingers on the trigger.
There's no stopping me now.
Non of your pleas or crys would help.
The bullets in my head and I'm going down.
It's all going black I can't see.
I'm dead on the ground.
Put me in a coffin I'd love that.
I can't hear down here.
There's no sound.
All I can think of now.
Is rest and peace to myself.
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PoetryHello guys, I am going to put all my poem that I made onto here, I am so sorry if they are not any good. Please comment on them and tell if they are good? Or bad, and if bad please tell me what I can do to make them better. And rate my poems too ple...
