War, war, knocking on the door
Body's everywhere, blood on the floor
Still more enemies, how can there be more
So much killing, it must be against the law
It stings my heart, shocks me to my core
So much suffering, so much gore
My soul is sore
In the death camps they could not play
Their children cried and screamed all day
For they could not run
They wished it was done
That day that they gave away
Nightmare
Darkness and death
Running, screaming, hating
Oh wait, this isn't a nightmare
Real life
Depression
Empty heart
Angry and angered
Tell me why I should live?
How could you have driven me to this?
Dead inside
Empty soul
Pinpricks of hope
Running from my fears
Ever more hateful
Slit wrists
Slashed stomach
I can't take it anymore
Oh, what do I do?
No more hope
YOU ARE READING
Depressing poetry
Poesíasome more random stuff i had to write for english, poems this time
