This is my poem I wrote it's called "Bitter"

[biersacklover]

"Bitter"

 

I dreamt of death.

 

No sun, no heat.

 

Bitter.

 

The fiery deaths of hell.

 

Criminals, suicidals.

 

Slits on their wrists.

 

My wrists.

 

None stays and leaves.

 

No one comes to get away.

 

No one thought of coming here.

 

No reasons why.

 

We all are forced.

 

On planet Earth.

[emochick234]

i like it

[Storm]

I like it it's different and cool