It is a whored day. It is for them to find yourself. But it makes others hate you. I know how you feel. It's horrible way to be happy. I get yelled at, punched at and shoot at. I can stand up and say I don't care. It hurts to be out in this world. But you stab, shoot and overdose your self. You people who thinks that we kill are self's to get attention but. Its you who makes us want to see the man of death. So we hope you are happy.
Hope you like the poem. Bye! :3
