So dumb.
Yell random words.
Like, '' I'm Chris Brown! ''
You crawl out of windows.
...
I don't see.
Why I must do everything for you.
Just to please you.
When you do something.
...
How could I be so terrible?
How could you be so mean?
Why did you take it so personally?
Why didn't you understand?
...
Oh, how I miss you so.
I can't stand staying.
Away from you.
Why did you have to go?
...
Love feels like.
You're swallowing razorblades.
Choking on every breath.
Seizures constantly.
...
I get most of my inspiration from school and my life. I am fifteen years old, so I won't be publishing anytime soon. Some of my poems are on German. I try to write English versions to go with it.)
Bloody Waters
As the people die.
The hope fades.
Blood spills.
Only to be wasted.
The water turns to crimsonBlack.
Bloody waters.
No hope.
For the future.
To avoid.
The bitter.
Feeling.
Death will capture.
Your blood.
Will stain the oceans.
As the water turns to blood.
You slip out of my hand.