Existence Poem by stephen morris

</>I exist, all i do is exist, i feel life with naked hands and stumble around...blind to what this world has to offer.
Depression is guilt in another form that takes with it our youth.
depressed of your surrounding and guilty for being there,
the shell thats left is full of doupt if we want to tell the truth.
Pride is a sin that cannot be explained, it`s colourfull exuberance blinds even the brave,
our heart and our soul is another thing that cannot be saved.
The colours of nature so vivid and true when all around us seems so blue
and i pray that my fate will not happen to you.