Poetry

Drama;
silence;
who wants violence?
Dark dreams;
Evil screams;
hold on strong,
the fight is nearly gone.
fighting to breath.
fighting to see.

I never saw myself falling to the blade,
but in the end this is how im paid.
suffering from tears.
torn from fears.
all i know,
im not sure why im here.

Told to live,
but living a lie.
stuck in a place where everyone wants me to die.
hurt and confused.
broken and bruised.

Not sure what to do,
but i will fight till i cant move.
This is what i must do.