Poezja

Who locked me outside,
In this Desolate place,
Who left me behind,
In lifes worthless race,

You stood at the door,
And watched me bleed,
I closed my eyes,
And fell to sleep,

Another monster in the mirror,
Another demon behind the fear,
Round edges that cut like knives,
Bottled anger in this life,

Who helped when you screamed?
Who walked away when you were in need?
Who came when you cried?
Who laughed when you died?