When we were little everyone was royalty
Now we all bow down
When we were small we had play dates
Now we sit alone
When we were younger things didn't harm us
Now everything is a weapon
When we were new sidewalks were the only things that gave us cuts
Now we have blades
When we were unaware we smiled
Now smiles hurt our faces
When we were childish gender and race didn't matter
Now people can't see past skin
When we were done with all hate surrounding us
No one was there to hear us scream
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Meaningful tales that mean nothing
Short StoryHere I am, going to write short stories about not myself but my soul I guess, the thoughts I have and keep to myself as I'm inside the shower or bored in class because no one would listen if I told them. Warning thoughts of suicide and other like th...
