OK, so that's not the tile of this poem, but I didn't know hat else to put. I don't name my poems, I suck at it. But, needless to say, I was very unhappy when I wrote this. Oh, and I'm open to suggestions on a title.
Cries of anger and fits of rage
Here you are again on the same old page
Now burn in hell as well you should
Could of left it alone but you just never would
Voices in repetition, annoyance at its best
What I wouldn't give to tear your heart from your chest
To feel the beating of life slowly come to a stop
To watch the pain in your eyes as my hand lets it drop
To cause you the pain that you brought upon me
So you may never again love, without a heart you'll forever be
I've been told I'm an angry person. Nah!