I'VE been waking up late again. I don't want to draw anymore. No songs can cheer me up. I fall asleep during the day. I can't get my schoolwork done. No amount of fresh air can make my headache go away. When I open my phone all I see is the world falling apart. And I try my best to keep things together. To help, to be aware, to donate. But how am I supposed to keep the world alive, when i'm barely even alive myself ? Why should I, a child, have to be fighting for my fellow children safety ? Still, I will. I will try my best to fight from the bed I can barely get up from because I know that there are people who had to get up. People who had to leave their beds because they had no other option. And why should I have to be appreciating my food and water and the roof over my head as a privilege, when it should not be a privilege but a right ? How can I go on with my life knowing that there are kind innocent people dying every second and all I can do is press buttons on my phone in hope that it will save someone ? How can I dream about my future knowing that there are so many people just like myself who's dreams have been crushed, aswell as their bodies ? Our beautiful world is burning right in front of us and somehow we are expected to just go on ? I will stand with the countries and fight for the people.
BUT how long will it be until we no longer have to fight ?
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I've always wanted to fly - poetry
Poetrythis is only poetry, do not expect any stories. every chapter is a new poem. Everything I've written are my stories that I've experienced, or heard somewhere and got inspired by it. you may relate or not, and it's totally okay.
