United States
34° 6' 47.8764" N, 92° 5' 10.0788" W

The words cut deep like obsydian blade
He said he's fine but his life slowly fade
Bled out without a wound nor scar
Death is so sweet but why so far?
Those angels came but didn't take me
Is it bad to end my own misery?
They pass me by so I walk on my own
To who? Nobody cause I am alone
Preach things thatyou have suffered
Instead of things you've only read
You don't know the pain of being persecuted
Without a voice to speak against what is said
Don't tell me that they will stop someday
When you stand and watch as violet turn gray
Don't tell me to just speak my mind
When all you do is talk on other's behind
Preach me when you've taken a beating
And never for simply reading
Cause reality is a bitch beyond reason
Unlike your books full of lies and treason
So don't tell me it's gonna be fine
Don't make me believe in such a lie
I don't wanna cling on false hope
I don't want to break when I can't cope

This poem is about: 
Our world


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