Numbers, honey.
We've all heard them.
Seen them.
Read them.
Known them in the backs of our minds.
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23,200 people died.
12.7 million people contracted something.
610,042 people without homes.
32,658 people killed
The list goes
On
And
On.
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You live your life
Surrounded
By numbers.
And they start to loose
Their effect.
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These faceless people
These silent digits
You don't know them
You care about them
Sort of.
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Okay,
Let's face it.
Most days,
You don't even think about it.
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But
Then
It
Happens
To
You.
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Suddenly
You're the one who got the disease.
You're the one with the murdered friend.
You're the one living out in the cold.
You're the one watching loved ones die.
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Then it's not
A number
Anymore.
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Then you're
Reaching out
To people you don't know.
Living their lives
Far from you.
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Then you're
Begging
That somebody
Anybody
Will realize the pain
Of your situation.
That somebody
Anybody
Will help you out.
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But really
Who would want to?
I mean,
They don't know you.
They've never heard your screams.
What do they care,
Really?
I mean,
You're just a number.
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Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
