Another poem from the pen (well pencil) of Kariah

[Kariah]

Why can't we be left,
In bittersweet memory,
Why do people push into our lives,
Trying to pull away the love,

A soul in light, a soul in dark,
Maybe the world will oneday see,
My feelings,
My life,

Maybe oneday they'll respect it,
But for now it has been left to the world,
No one cares if I rot away,
The light slowly buring my eyes,
My soul on the verge of insanity.