Wednesday, February 25, 2015

The Disease of Me

Like an abcess
Never removed
After a lifetime
I am purely
Unredeemed
Alive but death
Everyone left
They ran from me
Spat upon my face
Died early
Failed the test
Just to escape
Leaving me
Heart broken with a
Ripped open chest
Hated me
Unbalanced
Unable to even be
Worth a moment
Of your day
They threw me away
Gave me back
Wished I was dead
Threw me in the trash
An abortion that lived
A day in the life of
A being who survived
But was never forgiven
For the crime of being
Alive