TW: self harm, body image, depression "Slipping into their heads, death rises from the crevice in which it had been hidden, soft and silent. It's there, unnoticed, casting shade over thoughts, and sometimes shade turns to darkness. A darkness that seeps into overcast nights filled with clouds, with teenagers standing in brightly lit bathrooms with razors over their bared wrists. " Poetry that can't quite fit in phrases, so they turned into paragraphs. Highest//#125!

There's a house on the corner. Made entirely out of concrete. Cracks at ever corner, the walls ready to collapse. But there's a surprise outside... A person...

Simply put, we are humans. We have feelings, we have thoughts and we create actions. We do the good and the bad, the sinful and the heroic, we are a combinations of everything that makes us, us. We are not always the prettiest. We are not always the nicest. We are imperfect quantities of singular mass and varying weight. Nobody can take away that from us. Our hands, our feet, our soul. We are humans.