They will be missed

Some die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random

Blackmail

It all started with bumping into a group of guys with her friends. Three girls and one as his target, he knows her but she doesnt know him.

Skeleton Teens

we all grew up too fast. short poetry.