Malcolm Hetherington


Me and the world


as the days go by so does my heart fade
if you were to ask me what happened
i would simply say the world died
for my heart unlike so many
is connected to the world
as the world is stabbed repeatedly so is my heart
if you were to look at my heart
you would see the scars for wich
the people have given it
people hating and hurting others
is what causes my pain
people lieing and deceiving is what makes my heart fade
is there a hero out there
willing to save me
to save the world
no i think not
i beleive i am the last hero for the world
and i feel i failed it miserably

Submitted: Sunday, January 27, 2008
Edited: Sunday, March 28, 2010

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