Hostis Humanis Generis Poem by Jimmy Brouwers

Cuts demonstrate; I'm a waste of time-

And that I waste perfectly good air,
That I am worthless beyond repair,
So please... continue to stare...

If I could I'll end it all tonight,

Like my mom said at the fragile age of 5,
I am a cancer, I deserve to die...

Yet emotions syphon my pointless life...

Keeps me breathing, Hoping For candle light

'Hostis Humanis Generis.'
That ritual for all Emo-kind...