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

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

Foaming waves crashing
Sparkling dunes sift through toes...

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

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

Broken like me
Never to be fixed...

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

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

We do our drugs
we fight our wars...