Anger, Hate, Pain, Poverty
Why have I been part if theses things.
The screams from the room over.
Keeping me awake.

Stop this hemorrhage.
Make it go away.
I must keep going.
Pains a lie.

I need to stop this.
End this.
Make it stop.
Tell him to leave.

I need to stand.
If not for myself.
Than for the one who can't.
The one who won't.

My innocence is almost gone.
I am no longer blind
Awake to the truth of this world.
Now all I see is pain, and those who are blind.

Again I lay there on my bed.
Half asleep.
Listing to screams.
And than I pray “Why”.