Ok, this is my first poem I have ever written in Whyville and here it is:
Why is life always so cruel?
Is life always gonna treat me like a fool?
Are you supposed to be sad all the time?
Is the world such a bad crime?
Why does life always hurt?
It feels as if my face is gettin' pushed in dirt.
Life is a big puzzle that is hard to figure out.
Would this place be fun? That I doubt!
Why does it seem to be coming to this?
It seems as every word nowadays is just a diss.
Why does it feel like I've been stabbed in the back?
Fears of life I still to lack.
I do not wanna live this life no more.
I just want to die, just drop down to the floor.
Sometimes I wish I could have a knife,
But now I realized this is the real world. This is LIFE!
(Based on a true story about my friend.)