I have acid in my eye and I can not cry
And sockett did dit.
I grasp and die yet I CAN NOT CRY
And the sargent thought I was arron
Actually, regardless of your intended meaning, the poetry is bollocks. Sorry!
I sit on my bed
crying cuz my head
hurst really really bad
i hurt it just a tad
i asked myself "why?"
only to find myself cry
cuz this world is too tough
unless u read Billy Goat’s Gruff (Awesome book guys u all should read it sumtime)
I decided to end it all
and cut my wrists like a child cuts a dolls….
hair, if it has gum in it
that’s the end of my poem
u all better liek it
To be funny.
DOesnt make me want to throw acid in my eye.