Mark Krauss


The World Is Mean - Poem by Mark Krauss

I don’t know why is has to be me.
But it seems if is that the world is against me.
Ther I lay in my pool of blood.
With both my wrists slit and as I lay ther dieing.
I feel as if the world still wants more from me.
Sorry world I failed you once again.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 26, 2011


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