my little book of poems

Fate never thought of this

I breathe in and out on a daily basis

Dose it angers someone anyone?

I don't go home and slit my wrist and contemplate suicide every night, Dose that piss you off?

If it doesn't make you want to rip somethings head off then why do you tell people to go shoot a bullet through their skull

Or dangle from a rope ad the suck in their last breath

Because you were jealous

Jealous of the fact that they had enough will power to not throw her food up after she ate it, so you called her fat

Jealous that they were smarter than you so you called him stupid and a dumbfuck

Jealous that they had a caring heart so you called them heartless skanks

Admit it, they're dead

And it's all your fault

Soooo..... this one is a little intense. Sorry. But poem 20!!!!! YAYA!!!!!