When i have no vent.

I cannot stand to see happy people... i'm crushed, as always. Put down so many times that i cant remember whens the last time, i felt loved, i cant remember how it felt to be loved, and i cant remember how it felt to be able to look someone in the eye and feel happy. i miss my life. when i'm gone no one is going to be able to feel anything because they wont remember. but i will remember, all those who broke me down and all those who lifted me up. i know now who cares and who doesnt give half a shit. i wrote a poem in class its a first in many months, its more mature, but dark and its me, and its how my creative mind works. Enjoy

Timeless air in the eyes of the night
Sorrow tears flow out of her sight
Rumors spread like big black flies
But still she feels, cries and eventually dies

No one could help the poor old girl
in the room, on her bed she would curl
and in every night she would wake
and little children in her oven she would bake.

Morning to her is like a dream
never real but she still hears the screams
She ignores the food and continues to bake
the little children on the children cake.

This sick story of a girl named mary
is about her habits which are so scary
taking a knife and a fork
to eat her meal and walk her dog

Funny how this story ends
Mary misses her little Ben
She couldnt stand that he was food
But he tasted ooh soo good!

After all the children were gone
Mary realized what she had done
She stood up. walked out to fill her lungs
Then back into the house, herself she hung.

And in the funeral of bloody mary
all of town came and she was buried
People rejoiced and were so happy
So they decided to have a party.

At this party, all was there
kids ran free. happy with no care
And for the big finale, there was a man in a coat
that brought a big cake, inside concealed a note

The people all enjoyed the feast
eating the cake like so many beasts
Everyone finished eating the cake and found the note
and the note wrote...

"Thank you for eating my big beautiful cake,
You should learn what i put in when i bake
All of you have lost one child
I chopped them up with little style

Maybe you tasted something good
or something that would change your mood
You finally tasted what bloody mary bakes
All your little children on the children cake".