New poem, be kind please.
The pain of the insane is our burden to bear,
With the shame of an existence we call despair,
The Reign of the inhumane continues to be unfair,
You will never understand us or bother to care,
Sometimes I think a bullet is the answer,
Maybe I will finally get it when it goes through my brain,
All I dread,
And all I fear,
Is the look of my peer,
Why you must shun me and increase my pain,
Still to this day baffles me and brings me to tears,
If you only understood why I hang my head,
If you only understood why I wish I was dead,
If people would quit judging and maybe stop and think,
Maybe then,
I would no longer be a freak,
So as I sit in my room and cry,
My music is my comforting lullaby,
As my suicidal thoughts dwindle away,
And I slowly ease my pain,
I wonder why I let them get inside my head,
So I say,
I stopped caring what other people think of me,
When they majority of humans proved themselves unworthy of existence,
And by looking downward upon me,
You are only proving everything I’ve ever,
Said bad about people like you,
Right,
Maybe someday you will understand,
Maybe someday my pain will be gone,
As I lay in my box,
Six feet under,
Cold and forgotten
Took me a bit of time to write it, and I rewrote it and rewrote it like 20 times. Be kind?