My Unstable Poetry

I Wanted To Share Something

// this is not a poem //

That is something to be sad about, especially about us killing ourselves us and decreasing our population for everyone's victory to show what they did to us and for society to be sad but for what they don't know it's there cause that they put to much pressure on us and then they act like nothing ever happened to our race but our blood was boiling and minds were ticking and cries got shouted out and how people get beat for saying how much they miss this person because society thinks it's disgusting and how brains don't want this to happen but we can't help but do this to ourselves because we get shouted at everyday for doing something 'wrong' and then we try to fix it but it just stays with us and then we explode onto the roads and we try to improve but then we can barely move while a gun comes to this head and we don't regret what they told us and how to live because we won't have to deal with their apparently perfect minds