We do our drugs
we fight our wars...

Really short poem..made it at school..not a ryme...
I used to drugs...

This has to do with someone at school...
Angel my love...

No one cares
I could die and not be noted...

Broken like me
Never to be fixed...

You all hate me it is the truth
You wish to stab me with a blade...

Stadium crammed by ecstatic fans
Players anxiously await the start...

See him? That’s my dad, the one over...
He only yells because he cares...

Foaming waves crashing
Sparkling dunes sift through toes...