People. No matter what they do. They make you feel like absolute shit. No matter where you are. Things happen that get you down. The people look at you. The way they talk to you. People in general. We as humans the first thing we do is judge. We dont care how they might feel about it but we judge them. We make people depressed, anxious, hurt, psychopathic, mute, everything. We even do this to ourselves. But why? Your surroundings build you. Some part of your brain cant help but believe everything someone says to you. That one part is bigger in some peoples. Some cut, some kill, some just say hurtful things, just to deal with the pain that they inflict on themselves and others. In the end you can help but tear yourslef apart, untill theres nothing left...
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Cruel World
PoetryShort thoughts on how I see the world along with other people maybe.