Poetry, Hunted
-old writings-
This existence that never lets me live,
The endless amounts of times I thought I'd finally be able to rest and sleep,
Only to be woken up by harsh reality,
I'm hunted, by something, it can't be, I'm sure!
This world cannot just be so cruel!
These thoughts cannot just be untrue!
I'm hunted! I'm hunted! I'm hunted! I'm sure!
If I weren't hunted, how could this all happen?
If I weren't hunted how could hell rehappen?
If I weren't hunted why didn't this stop?
If I weren't hunted, how could have this all...
I'm hunted by Them, I'm hunted, it's true...
Their actions are cruel, unmatched in that so...
The way They destroyed me, it still makes me ache...
The ways They made me who I am weren't sane...
And all that I wish...
IS FOR THEIR ENDLESS PAIN.