If you knew what went on inside my brain,
You'd think I was crazy, weird and insane.
For my thoughts are not like those of a normal person,
Because everday it is certain that they begin to worsen.
I mostly think about death,
And what it would be like to take my last breath.
I wonder what it would be like to live in hell,
And be freinds with the devil as well.
I think about it would feel like to be stabbed,
Or to be dragged,
Deap into the depths of the ocean,
Or to drink a toxic potion.
What would it be like to kill someone,
Or what it would be like to eat a dozen,
People.
So if you saw what was inside my brain,
You would definatly think I was going insane.
Because as you can see,
My thoughts are quite psycotic.
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Why do I even try to write poems?
PoetrySo I decided to write some poems, about different things. Most are about love or quite depressing. I will warn you now, I am not a poet, not many of my poems rhyme. None of them are any good. But at least I try, try to make people smile when they re...
