Fine?
I get that everything isn't the same,
can't wash it with antiseptic to cuts got from horrible swings.
Some kids are scared, some kids are brave;
some get to travel too early in container banks.
Some kids are brave, some kids are scared;
some are loyal to differentiate the bodies in the bags from the bodies in the sewage.
Some kids are scared, some kids are brave;
some deepen their questions as to why that man jumped from the 10th floor and people around looked damned.
Some kids are brave, some kids are scared;
some kids grew to adulthood and refuse to have kids to repopulate.
Some kids are scared, some kids are brave;
some want to be listened to what they have to say even when their father hasn't returned yet.
Some kids are brave, some kids are scared;
Some, if not all; want everything that haunts them to go away while still being able to keep themselves sane.
Some, if not all; try to gain back to what was once theirs.
"What was theirs?"
They, themselves don't know that.
They don't know what they lost or what they need or how they should react-
for God's sake, they're children. They are not fine!
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Sanity For Two
Poetry"I remember why it's important for me to continue living." A collection of poems and a few short stories mainly about mental illness, suicide, death, abuse, love and friendship. ((SOME TOPICS IN THIS WRITING MIGHT BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS, SO...
