Who To Blame
We cannot begin,
To comprehend,
Minds tortured from within,
As to see only the end.
Yet we still try,
To convince and deceive,
Those who live and die,
By the pain they receive.
We cannot change,
How we live,
Or tragedies so strange,
Inflicted with no motive.
But we try to place a rose,
Upon an empty casket of an empty soul,
Brought to an abrupt close,
Without control.
Who is to blame,
When one ends ones own life,
Is it them we shame,
Or those who raised them by the knife.
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