Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Another Poem

What pain is worse?
Losing the most precious thing
Or
Being ignored
By the world
Every single one
Of the 7 billion people
Turned away
Hating you
Wishing to die
Everyday the noose
A little closer
A little tighter
Just one of you bastards
Turn around and see what you have caused
Print in your newspapers
Suicide totals
Promise to save the next person
From themselves.
When in reality it is all your fault.
Your fault the world has one less soul
One less beating heart
One less person

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