Thursday, February 3, 2011

Cheat

They can be better
than what they choose
to be.
Better than the lie
that is their existance.

I've lived in shambles.
I've seen blood--
smelt it--accepted--
may have even craved it.
I've listened to weeping and
screams--just across the hall--
and have wished to run
away.

But I did not.
I endured my life silently.
What makes you so special?
How dare you escape
What I could not.

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