She was standing on the wall, <br />tryin´ to forget all the pain, <br />but all the noises, that she heard, <br />started to make her insane. <br /> <br />Shivering she sank to the ground, <br />feeling the cold and hard stone, <br />and at least a thousand times she thought, <br />for which reason she left home. <br /> <br />The children, that were screaming, <br />all knew that they wouldn´t survive, <br />and she couldn´t help those kids, <br />´cause she was the one with the knife.<br /><br />Nadine Hock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/insane-4/
