Shall I make a poem for you?
Alone in the closet of darkness
Crying out for the comfort of life
Petty soul of the living
You have conjured great misery
Your life will be eternal suffering
You will never taste the sweetness of honey
You can only taste the bitterness of which you have bestowed.
Child of eternal darkness
You have made people suffer
Now you will have to pay with your eternal suffering
Oh pitiful soul of eternal darkness
Light shall never come to comfort you
And claim your just desserts..
Could you imagine the amount of hate I had when I was younger when I wrote this?
It scared me sometimes as well because of the things I can write
Bullying is never good
Depression is never funny
And always remember to wash your bum
That’s all for today