The Depraved
I dont understand
and cant stand
cruel hearts
and for the most part
dont care to
im not like you
dont miscontrue
the way i feel
to be real mean
cuz i mean, look
u stay a closed book
take a look at yourself
its unhealthy to bottle up inside
and hide from everyone
you gotta outrun your fears
years coulda been saved
tears coulda been saved
depraved minded all this time
not thinking it a crime
to hurt those around you
but its true that indeed
that the innocent bleed
at your feet
defeated and breathless
hopeless and lost
at the cost of what?
your pleasure?
there is no measure
of how digusted i am
and i am disgusted
at the very least
at how you feast
on others' pain
and embarrassment
whether thats how you vent or not
you think your a big shot
taking cheap shots
bullying your way thru life
well you feel good?
you feel empowered??
Well all i see
is a hopeless weak coward.
Tamara Brown
Feb 3, 2011
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