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11/22/18
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He watched blankly
Along with the crowd
As the losers bit the dust.
He didn't flinch as his friends tore down
The weak
The ugly
The useless
The worthless
They had it coming, his friends assured him
And he believed them
Even when they hurt his sister
Calling her a slut
When they badmouthed his brother
Calling him a pussy but
He shrugged it off
Because to him,
Honestly
They had it coming
This was their own doing.
And the victims in this
Recalled the pain
They never missed
Like shrinking cage
Enclosing them
Breaking their faith.
But he saw it as a way
To put the people in their place
Nothing's wrong
This is life.
But the day he saw his brother
Dangle from the ceiling
This isn't right--
Life seeping
Spirit grieving
Blood slick on wrists
A message clenched in his fists
A fuck you to the world
That was his wake up call.
His eyes were opened
And his brother's, too.
And when his sister followed suit
He heart was stung with the truth.
What didn't he do?
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Neon
Rastgele(SOMEHOW, REGULAR UPDATES) A collection of poems, short stories in poetic form, rants hidden in poetic form and other things that pop up in my head. *** Staring at the canvas, She chose to pluck a brush From her own head, And paint with the colours...
