Rape. Murder. Stealing. What has this world come to? Why is the world so terrible? Why aren't people satisfied with hurting themselves? But no they have to hurt everyone. Why do people do the things they do? One bad decision and everyone pain. If only people could see how this all kills me, they could really see the pain it leaves that cuts my intermost being like a thousand knives and leaves scars to show the history of the cruelness of this world. Why? Why? Why?
Reason for writing:
The present news brought to write this poem and to express how I feel.
Birth sign: Taurus
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