I fell horrible for those souls who couldn’t be reached
The ones who got shoved into life without opening their eyes to see
The ones who felt unloved in this world and took their life
The ones who slit their wrists and committed suicide with a knife
I pity those who attacked and pushed them to their death
Where are those heartless criminals going to run when they feel God's wrath
Most importantly I don’t want to become the victim or suspect
But the roles get cast so often you have to wonder,
Who’s next?
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Captured Words
PoetryCaptured Words features my poetry and short stories from out of my brown leather book. I wrote most of these based on personal experiences and my imagination. I hope you guys enjoy. Please don't copy my material. -Love, Amour
