Lost

Another retarded poem, do what you like, but NO plagiarism.

They think they know you,

They think they can love you,

They think they know what it feels like.

...But they don’t...

They don’t know what it’s like,

When you wish you could just die,

When you wish someone will save you.

...But they can’t...

When you run away from your fears,

You no better than coward,

Even when they are things you can’t see.

...But you won’t...

Do they know what it’s like to be nothing more than puppet,

A tool used by others to gain,

And yet you lose everything else?

...But you couldn’t...

They watch you in fear, thinking your nothing more than a mistake.

You’re not born a monster,

Your made one, with nature’s cruel hands as the mold and you as her clay.

...Your not a mistake...

A mistake is someone with no one to love,

No one to hate, no one to kill,

No one protect, no one to love.

...That’s when you’re a mistake...

Now your trapped in the void,

And you can’t get out.

I can’t help you now.

...Your lost now...

You can’t escape,

This is your fear,

Your hatred.

....No reason to live..

So why do you hold on?

Do you still want to live?

Is there someone you still care about?

...Give up already...

If they really cared, you wouldn’t run away,

It was your own flaw,

That put you in this mess.

...You can’t fight it...

Why fight?

You have no one left,

But your self.

...You can’t win control...

Who is left to for you?

No one!

No one is left, you never had anyone!

...Who are you...?

Who are you?

A demon,

Or a human?

...The choice is yours...

You make the call,

See if you can escape.

Who knows, maybe you will.

...It’s all up to you, young one...

Come on, you weren’t raised to be powerless,

I want to see what your capable of,

I know what you can really do.

...But do you know what your true potential is...?

The choice is your,

Choose wisely,

And don’t throw your life away.

...But, who am I....?

I am no one,

Nameless, faceless, and nothing more than a mistake,

I am just a ghost of the past, who refuses to be put down.

Well, what do you think?

~From the cradle to the grave,

~Abunai