I Feel

Somewhere in The World

     The world we live in is very vast. There will always be people out there in the world fighting there own battle, and sometimes, those battles may be their entire lives. While in other cases, it's merely just a stage in their lives, nevertheless those battles may seem like the world to them.
     Somewhere in the world is a child, sitting in their room, hands holding their ears so hard that the skin turns white. The two people that are supposed to care for them the most in the world no matter what, are screaming at each other, traumatizing the poor child for years to come.
     Somewhere in the world is a group of children, so thin they're basically walking skeletons. Skin hanging of their bones, ribs and spine clearly visible. They haven't had a meal in weeks. Instead, they work, and they work, to support their families.
     Somewhere in the world is a doctor, hanging their head in  their arms, tears streaming down their heartbroken face, of the loss of another patient. They can't even muster up the courage to tell the patients own parents, that their child has passed on to live with angels.
     Somewhere in the world is a boy, hiding in fear of just being himself. Parents strongly religous, would disown their own son in the blink of an eye, simply for God. He cries every night, because his love is forbidden. His relationship is a crime, waiting to be cracked. If only his parents were taught about God's true teachings, and not the homophobic incredulous ones.
     Somewhere in the world is a girl, who has never felt right in her own body. She knows she's not herself, she knows this isn't who she really is, she knows this isn't her. No one else realises. It's purely a battle between her outer and her inner self. She wants to be a boy, but this idea is preposterous, and sinful to everyone around her.
     Somewhere in the world is a teenage girl, who doesn't know she's beautiful. Who doesn't know she's absolutely amazing to everyone around her. She doesn't understand her true worth, that everyone else sees. She draws on her skin with a blade, hoping to relieve the pain. She writes a note, explaining her explanation for leaving this world, and cuts a slit on her skin once more, this time a little to deep.
     Somewhere in the world is a teenage boy, anxiously walking into school, constantly turning his head to look around him. Nervous about absolutely everything. Seeing people, tests, going to the front of the class, wondering if he's good enough. Multitudinous scenarios are created in his over active mind, wondering if any of them will come true, whether for better, or for worse.
     Somewhere in the world is a girl, writing this piece of literature. She sits in her room, jotting down her thoughts onto a small screen, hoping and praying they mean something to someone, somewhere in the world.