everyone seems to enjoy
the sound of violence.
where people beg them for help in tears,
beg them to let go of the pain.
they hurt others
yet they become proud of their-self
for hurting and torturing.
i see wars everywhere,
blood
and
tears
everywhere.
is it because
the tears they pour
worth million dollars?
they're too worth it
to be a part of the world
with destructions.
YOU ARE READING
the burdens.
Poetry[written in lowercase] "free me, please." they screamed in pain. craving for a way back. "welcome to life, don't freak out." it said. -escarlatee, 2018. [all poems are mine]
