I'll take this blade and write this poetry,
For I have lost all hope and sanity for I, myself and me.
There is this lingering pain that resides deep inside
Where my emotions are scattered and there is everything to hide.
My last breath, my mind and my heart are all worn out
From all of these nights of crying and choleric shouts.
As I write this poetry
I think of the person I once was, and who I could be.
I think about this torpid society
I think about the way they all treat me.
Because of that I remain lost in my own life, this crud...
Because of that, this poem finished in my blood.
 
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