This is a mashup of every poem on here, written by a hypothetical typical RB poet
Pain and sadness and tears.
A raven, lonesome, it is my soul
Tear me to pieces
I am the stereotypical RB poet
My penis hurts all day, wishing it was a clitoris.
I miss someone else so time for words to be my tears.
Call the ambulance, you hurt my heart.
I have money problems, my family too.
Sculpt a shit into a vase to cry in, my words.
Try and make it deep, but it overflows upon a drizzle.
Tears.
Detectives Note- Fuck the emo shit in this section.
This is how you all sound.
Originally Posted by ILLunatic
