“I’m tired of talking
Sick of watching people rush
While they are walking
It’s contagious, but for ages
We have all just gotten by
Living in that same old lie
Let’s break free while we’re alive
While we still smile
Fuck it, I’m a flower”
This world is so broken. 😞
In a world so fractured by discord, the uproar over one tragedy echoes loudly, yet where is the matching cry for the countless innocents? Where is the global grief for children starved, bombed, and torn from their homes? Why does outrage fade when we speak of the young lives lost to school shootings, their sanctuaries turned into battlegrounds? The lives lost across the nation? Where does your humanity hide when we witness the endless cycle of tragedy and injustice? Do we measure sorrow selectively, mourning some while turning a blind eye to others? Shouldn’t every innocent life lost ignite the same fire in our souls, compelling us to act, to heal, to build a world where such tragedies are a lesson of the past? History is consitently repeating itself. — when will we learn?
My therapist told me, I feel things deeper than most
so I’ve been learning to coast
Through my emotions with the help of the medication that I’m taking
And now, I wander through life
In a muted, numb display,
Dopamine washed away
Just a glassy surface masking a silent scream,
and forgotten dreams
I’m just a quiet echo, anymore.
