Shame

January 21, 2010 • Anonymous  
Filed under Creative Corner, Submissions

If life’s a b*tch and then you die why wait?
Why live in this society filled with hate?
Ribbons on wrists tell stories of despair,
People walk
No one cares,
Unfair is a cruel world, harsher then hell
Where I may reside?
For having thoughts impure as these
Never cease,
Lost my faith,
Am now I weak?
No glory for it,
But glorified if one speaks
The heat the warmth all grows cold,
Tired days are getting old
As same compassion lacked day
Has become a way
Of life that no one likes
Dark despair drowns this light,
And I fall too weak to fight
No longer I reside
Sheltered by a smile
Let it be known that in a poem
I spoke truth for a while.

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