I don't really know of I put this one, but here you go.
There's a boy.
He has anger issues.
He never speaks,
He never makes eye contact,
He never liked anyone,
He gets hit by his dad and would come to school with bruises all over.
He use to get bullied,
Everyone calling him names,
Everyone pushing him,
And even kicking him,
He never told anyone,
And that's what would get him mad all the time.
And when ever he would get home,
He would punch his anger out.
Painting is what he would like to call it.
And one day something snapped,
He finally had enough,
He grabbed a knife,
And stabbed his chest,
THANK YOU WORLD,
The love of my life,
Is now lying there dead
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My fucked up poems
PoetryThese are my fucked up poems. Some people say they like them but I don't believe them. Their alright I guess. I'm going to put quotes in here too and my drawings. But I didn't make them up, their from the books I read. This is my first time doing th...
