Lost inside my self,
Nothing but left turns.
Confused by the world around me,
Somtimes the confusions burns.
I don't know what I feel,
Except my envy for you.
You always look happy,
For you anything else is new.
Perhaps I am nieve to think -
'The fools have the simple life'
Not one look at you,
Instead one reach for the knife.
I have died inside,
I hate that you have not.
And now that I can get to you...
She never once fought
Nathaniel DeMay
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/killer-3/
