I have been rather depressed recently and heavily considered going on a columbine like shooting to make a statement to the governments of the world. I really got over it after a while because I didn't feel it was a good idea. I still have this anger inside of me and I felt that the best way would be to get it out is poetry. So here it is.
Hate,Boils,Inside
Preminitions of murder
False Idols in my head.
Praying and screaming for 1000's dead
Wish's of war,slaughter and death
Scream at me without rest.
Nothing could ever ease my pain
Torture flowing thru these vains
I wish for an end it never comes.
Denying peace for me I run
to the end which is never here.
Getting closer to my idols thru visions and fear.
Hate,boils,Outside
Unleashing my pain on all that come near
Visions of peace blocked out of my head.
Lust and murder I can not dread.
For the moment is right to strike back at peace
Hate,Bleeds out of me.
Arming myself the end is near.
Strike back without any fear
Blood will flow like rivers of pain
Rivers of pain are in my vains
I feel this hate boiling up inside
destruction and eruption of people I hate
I don't know them but I have sealed their fate
It's will be all over soon
Irritated and rejoicing in Doom.
Death,blood,Everywhere.

Wow, that was a truckload or two! Good thing you got it right by using the "pen".

Now, me being nosy: Have you talked about whatever it is to anyone who may be able to help you? If for no other reason than to get it out in the open where it can't explode? I do happen to know for a fact that when the volume remains constant and the pressure rises, the temperature will also rise. Expand the volume and the pressure will decrease, as will the temperature. Volume? Talk to someone.

Running thru the flowers.
Debating the hours
I have never spent
In a world that wants me
Forever I find
That this world is defined by
Liars,Cheaters and thief's
Coolness is idiocy
It doesn't exist
The cure never comes
False Gangsters and idiots pretending their cool
Shooting muck up isn't a idea it's a rule.
Being oppressed by others isn't to brag about.
All you want to do is be cool and *** about
Everything which is undeniably untrue
In a world that hates not just me
But you.

Love & Peace brother...be strong, use your anger to rise again :ok:

I used some of the songs from Metallica's St. Anger to get rid of all that. It's been... wow, almost four years now.