Passersby Poem by dymon sidebottom
Passersby
Why did you give me life?
Why must I live on?
I want to slit my wrists.
That will be my first true wish.
People pass by.
They give me those looks.
Judging a book by it's cover.
They think they know my story.
I'll give them some fury.
Then I'll die in a hurry.
Why must i claim this life?
It's not fair.
I want to rip out my hair!
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