Poetry

Tear me open
Leave me scattered
Blood on the ground,
Clothing tattered

Left abandoned
Left alone
I have no place
To call my home

Who am I
An empty soul
I have no way
To pay my toll

I'm slowly dying
But who am I?
The conscience of youth
The youth who don't try

Intelligence sinking
There is no longer thinking
My mind is shrinking
You're watching and blinking

Goodbye.