My Poetry

Poem I

People suck
I hate them all
I just want to die
I can feel myself fall
It is all going to end
I can feel it coming
And when it does
And no one comes running
I'll know it was worth it
Put an end to the life
No one seems to care for
I'll pick up that knife
Raise it to my wrist
And slowly start to cut
No one will notice
They'll keep their eyes shut
And turn their heads away
They won't care at all
They'll pretend not to notice
They'll stand behind their wall
But it's ok, I don't care
I don't need their sympathy
They were always the reason
I've lived my life in misery
I can't take it anymore
Pretending it doesn't bother me
Pretty soon it will be over
I am finally going to be free

Poem II

I once climbed a tree
Then fell on my knee
and I said owie
because it hurt so badly
and I was stabbed by a key
That I had bought for a fee
of two bags of tea
at the local pharmacy
Then I turned on the TV
and saw a guy, he
was going wee wee
in the black sea
He didn't want to be
stung by a bee
So he picked up his tee
but as he would see
the game wasn't free
so he got some brie
and died

Poem III

As I enter my room I soon wonder why
There is a man on my bed eating a pie
Then I spoke up and tried to say hi
But all he did was put on a tie
And I think to myself "who is this guy?"
And I said "Excuse me sir, I don't mean to pry,
But may I ask you why you are rubbing my thigh?"
He says it's by accident but that is a lie
"I don't believe you but it was a good try"
So I kicked him out and then waved bye bye
And I fell on my bed and began to fry
The chicken I saw out of the corner of my eye
But then I gave up and decided to die


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		I hardly ever write poety, as you can see by the very short poetry section. But the few poems I have written deserve credit nonetheless.



		Poem I People suck I hate them all I just want to die I can feel myself fall It is all going to end I can feel it coming And when it does And no one comes running I'll know it was worth it Put an end to the life No one seems to care for I'll pick up that knife Raise it to my wrist And slowly start to cut No one will notice They'll keep their eyes shut And turn their heads away They won't care at all They'll pretend not to notice They'll stand behind their wall But it's ok, I don't care I don't need their sympathy They were always the reason I've lived my life in misery I can't take it anymore Pretending it doesn't bother me Pretty soon it will be over I am finally going to be free Poem II I once climbed a tree Then fell on my knee and I said owie because it hurt so badly and I was stabbed by a key That I had bought for a fee of two bags of tea at the local pharmacy Then I turned on the TV and saw a guy, he was going wee wee in the black sea He didn't want to be stung by a bee So he picked up his tee but as he would see the game wasn't free so he got some brie and died Poem III As I enter my room I soon wonder why There is a man on my bed eating a pie Then I spoke up and tried to say hi But all he did was put on a tie And I think to myself "who is this guy?" And I said "Excuse me sir, I don't mean to pry, But may I ask you why you are rubbing my thigh?" He says it's by accident but that is a lie "I don't believe you but it was a good try" So I kicked him out and then waved bye bye And I fell on my bed and began to fry The chicken I saw out of the corner of my eye But then I gave up and decided to die