I hate this world I left behind
It's cold, empty and quiet
My soul can find no peace
Not until justice is served.
But they will not give me
The justice that I deserve
In fact, they allowed him to live
And they forced me to die.
The poems that I'm writing for NaPoWriMo 2015. (All of them are short) More
I hate this world I left behind
It's cold, empty and quiet
My soul can find no peace
Not until justice is served.
But they will not give me
The justice that I deserve
In fact, they allowed him to live
And they forced me to die.