In school I wanted to be cool
Have tons of friends
Go out every night
And fun would never end.
I tried to be cool
I smoked and drank
Stole from stores
Once robbed a bank.
It didn't get me anywhere
I had to have sex
So I got a guy and
He did the rest.
I guess I'm not really ashamed
At least the cool kids know my name
I did all this to get some friends
But It never really mattered in the end.
Why was this so important?
I don't know why.
Maybe because I thought
Cool kids can't die.
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Dark Poems
PoetryWell these are all my poems. I hope you like them. If you have any suggestions I'm open haha. Well yea.
