The Pity Driven - Poem by Adam Smitherman
I see the hatred in their hearts.
The lies that drives them apart.
Instead of finishing they have to restart.
Go back to the self pity and drug dealing business.
To the terror and the violence.
Knowing there lives can be ended in an instant.
You can only do so much for the weak.
Help them get back on there feet.
Falling back down into depression and a helpless defeat.
Life is hard. Life is long.
One wrong move and it could be gone.
Live your life to fullest.
Do your best and exclude the bullshit.
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