Theres masses of it
But it's unevenly spread...

It's small gentle wings
Sway from side to side...

Some people want to be famous
Some people want to be rich...

Since you've been gone
I feel so alone...

You see that gun
Shooting it off might be fun...

*this poem is about killing someone for hurting...
There's some people i want to kill...

*if you hate football, you wont like this*
Extremley excited...

No matter how hard Ive wished
My wish has never come true...

I now know what its like to hate yourself
To hate yourself as i did the other day...

*you may think this is really pointless, but oh...
I really need to write a good poem...

From your eyes i see so much
That i couldn't see before...

I can not live without you standing by my side
All i can do is run and look for somewhere to hide...