Death, That's all that's going to happen,
and then what.
What will happen after.
People don't stop to show someone they care
until something happens
They through rose petals on a grave
but never give a single rose to them when alive.
Who cares what others live by
How can peace be given out.
Where is the hope that was
The peace and love I felt long ago
They where never there to begin with
Never a single rose.
Of course I know that no one will put rose petals on my grave.
No one would even come.
I am not even a person to anyone.
Only an animal that they can abuse
Only a toy that they can play with then leave on the streets.
Broken and useless again and again.
Go ahead and kick me to the side.
Go ahead and through me away.
It's not like I matter.
It's not like I care anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem