Poem Of The World. Poem by Shanda Montgomery

WE WERE HERE. TRY AND FIND OUT WHO WE ARE. WE LIVE IN THE SHADOWS OF THE GRAVE YARD. WE ARE THE CHILDREN THAT YOU NEVER CARED FOR. WE WILL HAVE OUR REGVENGE OF THOSE WHO ABANDONED US. WE WALK THE EARTH LIKE ZOMBIES LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO GIVE JUST THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF CARE BUT WE HAVENT FOUND IT YET. YOU WONT KNOW WHEN WE ARE GOING TO COME AND KILL YOU. WE WALK INT THE SHADOWS SO NO ONE KNOWS WHO WE ARE CAUSE WE KNOW THAT NO ONE CARES. IF SOMEONE JUST CARED FOR US WE WOULD STOP KILLING EVERYONE THAT NEVER LOVED OR CARED FOR US. BUT TILL THEN WE CONTINUE TO STALK THE LIVES OF THE INNOCENT AND TAKE THE LIVES OF CHILDREN WHO ARE CARED FOR AND LOVED. PEOPLE NEED TO LEARN THAT WE ARE HUMANS TO. WE SPILL THE BLOOD OF THE PEOPLE THAT WE GREW UP WITH, WE SPILL THEIR BLOOD ALL OVER OUR BODIES TO FEEL WANTED. IT WORKS FOR AHILE BUT THAT FEELING ALWAYS FADES AWAY. WE WONT DIE TILL WE ARE LOVED. WE KNOW THAT WE ARE NEVER GOING TO BE LOVED SO WE MUSINT DIE. WE WILL LIVE LONGER THAN YOU WOULD EVER DREAM OF. THIS IS THE FORSAKEN WORLD THAT DOESNT CARE WHAT HAPPENS TO ITS PEOPLE.