We live in a cruel world.
A world where people live and die.
A world where sacrifices are made.
A world were fuck you's are what is normal.
We can flip the middle finger like no tomorrow.
We can call each other mentally harming words and pretend like we're not taking offense to it when we are.
We humiliate, blackmail and torture people for pleasure.
But we never stop to think about the pain.
That those fuck you's are in fact causing... pain.
But who will be there to care?
Who will be there to end the agony, to end the torture created by simple actions of a human being-why do humans choose to be cruel-why do humans choose to evade good actions-why just...why...
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My Mind; The Broken
PoetryA book of poetry I have written. Most have come from assignments in high school but all are from the heart.
