Tell Me Why

Tell me why I am alive,

when so many good people have to die.

Why do I have to endure,

when there are sick children, for who we do not have a cure.

Tell me why I hate my life,

when others are so much worse off than I.

People grow hungry but I am scared to eat,

their children are left abandoned,  while love, just falls at my feet.

I have a house, and I have a name,

yet here I am, warped, sick and insane.

Tell me why I am alive.

 

-Violet

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