We're all sick in our own ways.
Some of us bottle up this sickness.
Others take it out on people around them.
The world is both beautiful and disgusting.
We have art and culture to captivate us and our souls.
And yet in the same world we have brutal murders that take our family away from us.
None of this is the fault of children and yet they are forced to live in the mess from the past its not their fault.
Memories can hold special moments as well as horrible trauma.
Humanity is to blame.
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I'll end it myself
Puisishort stories and poems on self harm, bullying going to far, abuse and suicide.