STRIFE

My grief is nothing but a silent pain

in my heart that knows no bound.

An answer that I seek is far and 

can't be found.

How long do I ahve to wait for this hell

to end. How many people must die for me.

I still don't get it, why must they choose to die

for my sakes.

I treated them like dirt, I call them names and I treat them

like crap. If I still can't realize it, then I am but a sap.

In my heart is the unknown because I still don't 

know. Why them and not me?

To them the people I hated they treated me like

a friend. And it is to I will never see them again.