Cruel Hard World

All hell is loose in my world

There is nothing left

Nothing beautiful anyway

There is no escape

I am still alive

But barely

I hope I am dead soon

I do not want to see

The end

The only nice thing left

Is the setting sun

But even that

Is not the same

I can't look at it

Without seeing fire

What is wrong with me?

Why do I see what

I see and everyday?

No one should have

To see what I see now

People starving

Begging for mercy

But not receiving any

What knid of person could

Do such things?

Things like beating

Innocent children?

These people don't

Deserve to live

And yet, there still here


Why, should they

Be aloud to live

But not the children?

I don't understand this

Cruel, hard world.