You wanna know what I find wrong?
How young people find it so damn hard to call themselves beautiful.
How many rape charges weren't even investigated.
How some wake up wondering how others view them.
How many of our young people yearn to stop breathing.
How many marks they put on their wrist to feel better for a split second.
How women are seen as mere objects in many eyes.
How we're afraid to use our voice for the better good.
How others make us feel.
In this world being better then someone else is all that matters.
No matter what we do we can't seem to escape this torturous world.
I want to see people bringing each other up instead of down.
I want equality among us all.
I want you to see what's wrong with the world and help fix it.
Will you?
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Broken Pieces
PoetryThis is a collection of my pain over the past 6 or so years. Writing has always been my outlet. While many of us suffer from mental illness everyone of us copes in different ways. My style advanced over the years so bare with me in the first few cha...
