Sad Poetry


Anger is slowly taking me under,
Will I escape it, oh how I often wonder.

One day people will drive me to the edge
It will be them who push me off the ledge.

They will be the cause of my suicide.
My death will add to their selfish pride.

They will pressure me until I'm no longer alive,
Or until my confidence takes an endless dive.

There is nothing my helpless self can do,
So now I am forced to say goodbye to all of you.

Goodbye you evil cold-hearted pricks,
It looks like your words have turned into sticks.