Mine is a dark and cold world,

   into which scant

   sunshine can fall,

   or ever even dares

   to be fully seen.

   This cold runs into my veins,

   darkness, my only true friend.

Mine is an indifferent

   kind of world, it's

   where everyone is

   treated as a number.

   Individuality considered insolence,

   and suppressed at every opportunity.

Mine is an empty world,

   filled with nothing

   but sorrow and regret.

   For which we have

   only ourselves to blame.

   Choice is a carrot

   on a sharp stick, leading

   to the dark damp hole.

Mine is a hostile world,

where kindness is

   weakness, and violence

   the only solution given.

   A life is worth

   mere pennies, second chances

   cost more than money.

Mine is a brutal

   dying world, making people

   into human pin cushions,

   or bleeding punching bags.

   In the outside world

   this life isn't acceptable.

Mine is not

   a gentle world, at least

   not to a sane person,

   but I must leave here

   a kindly soul. Trudging

   through the real world,

   carrying an even more

   tolerant heart.