As I stood in the bitter cold of their lies
Without a jacket to mask my cries,
The frost bit and knawed at my flesh,
Bruising and tainting my skin.
I feel as their words, carried along the
Unforgiving winds of hate, slice my sheer
Pale, scarred defenses.. I dropped to my knees, trying hard to defend myself, shielding what's left of my final defense.
For I am a survivor.
And I alone get to decide whether I shall live,
Or pass on from this filthy and wretched place.
And if I do, don't blame yourselves.. I refuse to give you that satisfaction..
Just know, that if I do,
I did it for me...
-M.J.
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Poems
Poesíathis will be a compilation of my poems and free verses ..... they are twisted.... so be warned.....
