We all go through stuff. bad stuff.
We all shed tears in vain, in despair.
We all reach a low point where we think that nothing can affect us anymore.
We think we're immune to pain.
But we're all human, we all have feelings and we all have a heart, it's up to us to decide if we want that heart to pump love into our system or if we want it to pump hatred and let it flow through us.
If we cleanse our minds a bit, and look at what we really have, we don't really have much, however, we all have a choice.
A choice to be better, a choice to make a change.
And though we may be young, and we may not be able to do much, if we do something as small as saving a bird, then we're making progress.
We can be nicer to other people.
We can give without taking.
We can be live a better life.
If we choose to change a little.
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
