Drip,Drip, Drip, Drop

Can't think, can't think

what should I do?

I have nowhere to hide

Just me in the dark

He is coming closer

think, think, think

There got to be another way

this can't be the end

I look down

Im all soaked upo with hot blood

Im running down this hill

that doesn't seem to stop

I can't hold it anymore 

My sight is getting blurry and I can't breath

why did this have to happpen to me?

I just wanted a smile

But turned out to be my life online

I thought he was a protector 

where we could feel safe

BUT OH SNAP!

I was WRONG

I forgot... he doesn''t like my kind.

This poem is about: 
My country

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