Dead
I'm all alone in this world
I've been swirled
Through many people
Can't fly like an eagle.
Never known praise
From how I was raised.
I am in pain
I have nothing to gain.
Why do I live?
What do I give?
I ask myself always
I'm falling away.
I have no will
But I will kill.
To see you live
And to see you give
Your life for others
While I lay in a gutter.
I feel no pain.
There is not gain.
Copyright © Justine Hansen | Year Posted 2016
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