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No one at school even likes me
All I do is glare at people
Well that’s what they say
I know everyone hates me
But I don’t stare
I wouldn’t dare
I’m not good enough
I hate who I am
I’m so worthless, no one could love me
But all I can do is cry
And wonder why
I just wish I could die
But that will have to wait
I’ll just stay at the gate
Waiting for it to be opened by death
To come and kill me brutally
So brutally in fact that no one
Has ever been killed so cruelly
When that happens I’ll be happy
I will have been set free
Then everyone could rejoice and sing
Of all the joy my death will bring
by
KookiesLilSweetheartposted on 12/20/2007
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