In the night I lay awake
Thinking about the joy I have yet to face
How is this world happy?
People die every day
Children starving, uneducated and depressed.
This life of horror has no end
How do you find the will go smile again
How is this world happy?
We face our deaths everyday
Unnoticed unthought about but could we be so dumb
Could we?
How is this world happy?
No world peace for there will always be anger
No world extermination for there is always hope
No darkness thrust upon this world for it creeps through the cracks in the sanity we attempt to keep
How is this world happy?
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Pain and other things that hurt
PoésieA collection of dark poetry that plays off pain. All are written by me. Read if you like.
