Why
As I remain here where I lie,
I keep asking that I will quickly die.
I hate this stupid self-centered life,
where all people are filled with hate & strife.
As my mom feels so wonderful from popping pills,
I'm stuck here with the worst gut-wrenching feeling that kills.
I'm sick of my life being filled with tears, cutting, & sadness.
Why can't we just end all the madness?
Why can't people have a life where no tears are seen, only laughs, smiles, & happiness.
And no one could intervene?
Copyright © Halee Britt | Year Posted 2011
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