I hate this place.
Everyone's a strange face.
As I look around
a very strange crowd.
With blackened guilt I am ridden.
Justice was served cold.
I got a lifetime in prison.
All from that one night.
That cold drunken Friday
Me and my friend had a fight.
Fists flew away
With his life.
It wasn’t mine.
It was his own knife.
I’m still in a state of shock.
Like that guy who got raped;
My new roomate in C-block.
The first night I was attacked.
I mean what can you take from a man who has nothing left.
I yelled when they were walking away;
You stupid fucks I would have been a great lay .
They’d kick me in the face.
Over and over, yelling how could you kill your friend?
You’re a fuckin disgrace.
I just took it.
I was good at it.
It simply couldn’t be avoided anyway.
Then one day they said #872641 you should write;
About not having remorse for taking a life,
The life of your best friend.
Then they threw me a pen.
As that pen flew through the air,
Something came over me.
Like someone just handed me the key out of there.
Not literally but indefinately.
So that night,
I was supposed to write.
So I wrote Thank You for giving
me back control of my life,
on a piece of paper.
And then I layed there.
Thinking thoughts I never thought before.
Like how much mightier the pen is than the sword.
Without hesitation without anything left;
I took that pen and I stabbed myself in the neck.
Again and again
Till I died there in a bloody mess.
What a way to go,
I hope they like what I wrote.
~LamemansTerms~
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Submission Name: "What A Pen In The Neck"
