Grand Theft Poetry

I don’t want to be here

It looks the same as it did back then

You  have forgotten me

I wish you were still sitting here

Screaming for help that was impossible to give

Regret was evident

It ceases to be the reality of my life

Alive in the way the ocean is alive

It still hurts

Got a gun?

The strangest concern is being taken advantage of

For as many looks as you have lives

But my hero is free

And the rest lay helpless

Examine carefully and determine what it means to you

To err is to be human

And it seems to make conditions bearable