A poem of anger and sorrow
I hate everyone.
Its such a big choice.
Im only i kid i shouldnt have a voice.
bloods dripping..
no kidding..
just strait lust.
No trust.
Blood turns to cold slush.
I wish I were dead..
Insted of drippin red......
Another slash.
How long can i last?
Emotions clash.
ATLAST I HAVE NO Past