Poolza

Poolza Jan 2019

Point

There’s no point
To work for people
And learn how to be better
If we aren’t there to learn

There’s no point
To make promises
If we’re going to break them

There’s no point
To love someone
That doesn’t love you

However
There is a point
A sharp point
At the end of
The knife in my heart.

#depressed #sad

Poolza Jan 2019

Killer

I hear them scream in pain
Their voice ripping my ears

I see them struggling
Their movements bringing tears to my eyes

I see them dying
It’s making me lose my mind

I look at my hands
Hands of a killer

#killer

Poolza Jan 2019

Lost

When the sun is still bright
And our hearts, still kind
We make friends
Those who were one of a kind
The day goes on
To Dusk and Dawn
Friends we had
Just another memory

But memories go on

I told Matthew to share this poem before my account validated

— The End —