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