A Poem by the writer of woe

Why does everyone resort to it?

Why do we always shed our skin?
Our arms and legs are sliced at blade
Is it for pleasure, or release?
Do we enjoy the sadness?
It is surely not so.
My skin is pure 'cept a scar or two.
But alas! Those come from another force!
To break your skin with such ease
What a world we live in!
And the people who we live with!
Everyone is weak.

© 2015 the writer of woe

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the writer of woe
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Added on March 18, 2015
Last Updated on March 18, 2015
Tags: hatred, death, weakness, skin, cut, blades, people, world


the writer of woe
the writer of woe

Rockford , IL

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