Anger in words
I chose to write out my anger
Instead of scar it on myself
It’s a habit I want to get used to
A violent poem on my shelf
‘Die!’I say to losers
For bringing all this pain
My anger I cannot speak out
My tears will be rain
For every sense that went up my spine
When I used that blade
Will now be forgotten
Held back and laid
‘Die! Die! Die!’ I repeat
May you be torn in hell
You’ve let me write out these words
Because of that exploding shell
You’ve never known that
I did really feel
You might have thought, I had no emotions
HELLO! I am for real!
Everything you have said
Had scarred me in both ways
Physically and emotionally
Will you please die today?
Just to let you know
That I don’t care no more
And I have figured a way to get you back
On the floor
And this is by words
Instead of scar it on myself
It’s a habit I want to get used to
A violent poem on my shelf
‘Die!’I say to losers
For bringing all this pain
My anger I cannot speak out
My tears will be rain
For every sense that went up my spine
When I used that blade
Will now be forgotten
Held back and laid
‘Die! Die! Die!’ I repeat
May you be torn in hell
You’ve let me write out these words
Because of that exploding shell
You’ve never known that
I did really feel
You might have thought, I had no emotions
HELLO! I am for real!
Everything you have said
Had scarred me in both ways
Physically and emotionally
Will you please die today?
Just to let you know
That I don’t care no more
And I have figured a way to get you back
On the floor
And this is by words