The Death of The Good Man

The frustration merges

After a long time

To strength not

Anger anymore

Crying does not matter anymore

I never asked to live here

Or even to be born at all

It is just pain and plain numbness

Humiliation and exploitation

I don’t want to save or help anymore

It is just a reason for other people

To take advantage of you

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