We were the best of friends as kids,
but then you were sucked into the void.
Always feeling angry and annoyed
with the smallest things
that you never noticed me
on the sides lines calling out to you.
Then one day you looked in my direction,
and I had hope that things were going back to normal
but I was wrong.
Your smile was ominous and dark
and you had long ago lost your heart.
You raised your hand
and I didn't understand
till you pulled the trigger.
and you replied,"cause you're weak and useless
and the world already has enough of your kind in it
what's one less?"
and with my last breath I said,"that's were you're wrong,
for one must be strong
to refuse the darkness inside.
That means you're the weak one here
because you let your hatred and fear consume you,
destroy your salvation."
It was then, upon my death bed, that I realized
how messed up the world is
and how many innocent people get hurt or killed
for stupid reasons and uncontrolled emotions.
There's so much wrong in the world that needs to be righted,
so many dark souls that need to be enlightened,
and so many lives that need to be saved.
But the question remains, with so much anger and hatred in the world
who's going to do it?
Who's gonna take away all of the hate u give?
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