Another depressing poem that I wrote, oh well, love being an emo kid. -.-’

Death came to collect a soul.

This poem is expressing my disgust and hatred for fear & impulsiveness.

My demise shall improve the world.. .

100 things to do before you die.. .

On life, love, and death.

You ruined everything we had.

Your absence has left a big hole in our lives.

For you immaturity somebody else had to pay the price.

This poem is trying to explain my hatred for life. It may be a little hard to understand but read beyond the meaning.