I've always wondered how
How they live with themselves
How they'd speak evil names
And yet feel no shame
I've always wondered how
A person can hit another
Still feeling no shame
Laughing, watching, enjoying
The suffering of others
The pain of those "below" them
I've always wondered how
They lived with the blood
From her wrists on their hands
An unwashable stain
I've always wondered how
They live with the murder
Of an innocent girl
Weighing down their souls
-A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PoesiaA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
