life is short
death is fast
life is full
untill the blast
of the gun
that only one holds
and uses with hurt
he kills the love
that we all desrve
he tears us apart
shows us the past
pulls out the gun
and kills us like cats
we are his game
we all die in the end
the man that people worship
he takes us away
he dosn't give a sh*t
if we are young
or if we are old
but he will take your life
he will take your sole
this is god
who we all have come to love
is there realy hevon?
is it realy above?
or is it just a power
that takes us when were most week
and hurts our friends and familys
and then makes them weep
he sends us up to a wonderful place
but who realy knows?
maybe in the end
hell is the place to go
YOU ARE READING
poems for the hurt
Poetrythis is chapters of poems that i wrote when i was upset and needed to cry. ihope you guys like and i hope some of this makes you feel better knowing that your not the only one going throu a hard time
