I am from a world of self-loathing
One with more anti-depressants than smiles.
I live in a starving nation
Where we drink in the suffering of others.
The scars on our wrists
Create pictures in the hearts of those we love.
We convince ourselves that this is living
That our longing to die is acceptable.
My nation is one of deep darkness
Where life is a used tissue
Crumpled and thrown away without another thought.
This is the world I live in
Where living is just existing.