by David Wallace Nov 17, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
Not happy at all going thorough a life altering phase/ So angry mind bestowed with rage/ No one cared for his opinion because of his young age/ His mind becomes blank so he begins to carry a gun near his waist/ Writing initials on his hollow tips/ And how ironic those initials belonged to the same kids that he went to school with/ Mind 2 fragile 4 the things that he had 2 come to grips with/ The fact that he was born slightly different/ Abandoned as a youngster mocked regularly on his speaking lisp/ Mental going through a roller coaster he formats a death list/ To exact his bloody revenge for anyone who ever violated or dissed/ Or spoke his name 4 mocking kicks/ He bust in the school with a .38/ People trying to talk him down and told them they can relate/ Knowing they was bullshitting and knowing they was fake/ It just made the kid more paranoid and irate/ Everyone finally realizing their horrible blunder/ He lets off full clips and it sounds like thunder/ This quiet kid who would have wondered/ That their was more that meets the eyes they should have looked closer/ Blinded by his soft composure/ No one really knew the pain he was under/ School floors drenched in red/ Than he turned the gun on himself and shot himself in the head/ He was killed mentally and physically for the things that was sad/ He finally got peace lying in his death bed./ |
by LiL Ma
Damm babe |
by Fluffy
Phenomenal. That was truley a very well written poem and really intrigued me with its anger filled emotions and how it was all expressed on the sheet. You've done really well on this- keep the chin up and keep the poems coming :)... |
by Jaky
IT looks like you have a very violent mind.I liked it |