Poem #2

I lost my innocence in the horror of my birth,
And I was never enough human to begin with,
As I was born with hatred instead of love,
I have never been a pure lamb of God.

I have killed the child inside of me at the brink of age thirteen,
When only one person came to me,
I became adult in the sight of absurd violence,
But they only handed me a gun named adulthood without a warning.

Since then, I smoke cigarettes until I spit blood,
Cheap alcohol always lingers at the back of my mouth,
I let strangers touch my inner soul,
As a way to pretend that I know what is it to be loved.