Inside
In the safe zone
Where canons and bullets are unreachable
Where harm is not in range
It's nice here
I won't die here
But...
I can hear them
Cruelty
Looking out the window is no longer an option
I can see their blood splattered on the ground
Their agonizing screams are my lullaby
I'm left alone with my issues because I'm too afraid to go outside
Those who have sought help
Die in the crossfire
Those who have sought comfort
Never make it
...
They say they understand us
Our issues
Our mental diseases
So several attempt
To go outside
For someone to fix them
But... they really just wanted to
Kill us
...
We're so naive
So eager
They were our catalyst to our own
Destruction
And we've been watching
Our own soldiers
Throw themselves outside
In hopes of a better life
Then they die
And we're back to where we started
...
Another broken and shattered has entered the world
They'll continue to just... exist
Get rid of them
They are of no use to us
They won't offer anything except
Suffering
Let's pretend to help them...
Then lead them to their own
Grave
~we'll remember you... those who have given up their lives
Just to smile again...
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Poetry-Poetry -Quotes -Scenarios -Imaginaries -A piece of my heart ( and limb ) -A key to my inner most disturbing thoughts -The passage to my sanctuary Still want to enter? Good luck, I'm currently undergoing a mission to finally understand the wilde...
