Waiting.

Bad thoughts make this poem.

I wait patiently for the bell

thinking of words to spell

i think of words like war and under-estimate

it reminds me of my hatred for the world 

war and war Equals nothing but war

life is a sin and i know it

but all those cult are just bullsh!t 

i am not depressed, i am not sad

that would worry my piers and that would be bad!

so my sadness,hate and anger i just lock away

i save it for another day...

Reviews

[nothingnothingforgetfor..]

nicely written out =)

[Lisette Gentry]

this was really good :)