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This world has changed..

Today is the day the world changes,
The fighting stops, the crying halts
Everyone has wished for it
But never meant for it to end like this.
 
I stand upon the millions of bodies
And wounded myself,
This isn’t the real me
It’s a twisted mess.
 
I close my eyes
To picture the better life we had
But when I open them
The nightmare comes right back again.
 
You could be killed just by walking on the road,
How is one to get home?
I can see inside myself
The cut is so deep
But it’s not like my wrist, which tastes so sweet.
 
People say make love not war,
But why not make peace and not sores?
All everyone does is pick at each other like vultures,
Why not take a step back
And be the one to say this fight is over?
Why can’t we just agree with things?
Oh Lord forbid the person you hates opinion is insane.
 
Why hate on something you don’t know about?
Why hate on life when you have no doubts,
When you have no bills
And all you do is chill?
 
Why say it’s all fucked up
When nothing’s really wrong?
It’s how the universe and God works.
Don’t blame them,
When they’re trying to make you stronger.
Don’t have doubts when you have no other.
 
Like I said what’s up with people these days?
They end up getting the things they want and it’s still not okay.
Don’t take shit for granted
Because someone else can need it more than you do.
Either love what you have or God will take from you.
 
I’m not old enough to tell what you to do,
But I’m damn sure old enough to know what is right
Maybe it’s good to have these millions of bodies at my feet.
I think it’s best to start over
Maybe this world can be changed over…..
 
Today is the day the world changes,
The fighting stops, the crying halts
Everyone has wished for it
But never meant for it to end like this.
 
I stand upon the millions of bodies
And wounded myself,
This isn’t the real me
It’s a twisted mess.
 
I close my eyes
To picture the better life we had
But when I open them
The nightmare comes right back again.
 
You could be killed just by walking on the road,
How is one to get home?
I can see inside myself
The cut is so deep
But it’s not like my wrist, which tastes so sweet………
 
I close my eyes and take my last breath
Maybe this is for the best.

(2013)

I just made this and it's my first time publishing a poem on here. I hope you guy enjoy this. If you have any questions about it let me know!!

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