This modern world

Was not created for me.

So soon I ought

To die, this is the only

Way. Insatiable crowd

Will have their wants met

By means of tearing me apart.

They did successfully forget

The pain of having lost

A child to the craze,

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A child who was of most

Importance in that case.

Deceitful I am, that's the truth,

Especially with no words uttered.

I wish I was free, the suffering it'd soothe,

But I don't have a saying in the matter.

When I am alone, the gun in my hand

Is quickly thus pressed to my temple.

But that all would be but a game of pretend,

That her sacrifice was not ample.

Oh mother! Why did you bring

Me into this place of no justice?!

For now you are dead, and I don't want to cling

To this life that's to end so abruptly.

For umpteenth time that day I will recall,

My spirits shattered by the nagging pain.

For really I am the worst of all,

You'd never think it all would be in vain.

And this idea should be credited to her.

Oh why'd I listen and comply?!

What I did, made me so disturbed...

We were surrounded, she told me to hide

Among them, as the last resort

To have me live till now.

The taste of flesh and blood, the sound of mort,

To forget it my mind won't allow.

My brain is mine,

For my heart, it is broken.

I will survive;

I have to see it over.