So I'm not really sure weather to call this a poem or a story, but I grabed my book and pen, closed my eyes, started writing and this is what I ended up with, sooo comment weather you liked it or not and weather you think it's a poem or story (:
You place a small kiss apon my lips
'I love you so much, you are my world." you whisper.
Why do you look so sad, so scared?
I grab your hand and kiss it but you quickly pull away.
I look down at you, my eyes full of confusion, wonder.
I try to take you hand again but you sigh and say you have to go.
Why are you so sad, so distant?
I wake up to the sound of you're mom phoning.
Why is she panicy, sobbing?
"She's gone, forever, dead" she says
I don't understand, what? Who?
Then I remember your saddnes, scardenes, her panics, sobbing
You're gone, but how? Why?
She says you cut yourself and drowned in the bathtub. Why? How could you?
Suddenly I'm mad, furious.
You're a jerk, selfish.
Then it sinks in who's fault it is.
Yesterday the cheerleads cheered at you as you went down the hall
"Your a loser, loner, creep. Why don't you leave, move or die?"
You said you didn't care but your eyes said you had saddness, madness.
I hang up and walk into the kitchen, grab a butcher knife.
I'm angry, homacidal, those bitches are going to die.
I creep up to the first one's house, climb into her room.
I'm full of adrenalin, excitment.
Jab. 1 down, 5 to go.
Jab, scream. Jab, shrik. Jab, gasp. Jab, pant.
Finallt the head cheerleader.
I creep up to her window. I'm full of furry, ambition.
I jump into her roon, shake her awake.
Her face is covered in confusion, madness.
She glancess at my tear striked grining face, then the knife.
Her eyes are swormed with terror and panic.
"You told her to go die, congrats, you wish was her comand" I say codly
"Now it's time you take your own advice."
I raise the knife and thrust it down, then stop hovering over her chest.
Then as she sighs with relife I dig in.
Her mom storms in, her face flashes from panic, to worry, to anger.
She raises a gun and points it at me.
She pulls the trigger and I go down.
My chest gets wet but I feel no pain.
I smile, I finnished what I needed to do, now I may rest.
Wrong.
Because of my murders I'm doomed to rom the earth.
But it's okay.
I terrize all the bullies until they stop so no one ends up like my best friend,my girlfriend and I.
