Bailey Schatte

Rookie - 4 Points (09-08-1997)

I Can'T Go On - Poem by Bailey Schatte

As I lay cold
Withering in pain
And dying
I think to myself
"I can't go on"
I've been beaten almost every day
By the devils that call themselves "officers"
They have stolen my ration of bread countless times
Because I have refused to give or do something.

I spit blood
As I lie here dying
I throw up my insides
Because I haven't ate in days
I grow ill, extremely ill
For I am dying and I think to myself
"I can't go on"

You can see my ribs and the skeleton inside me
For I am ill, extremely ill.

They tell me my time is coming to an end
It is time to give up
For I am ill, and I think to myself
"I can't go on"

I just wish they would kill me already
I can't move
It's hard to breath
And I am drowning in the blood building up in my throat
"I can't go on"

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 18, 2013

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