Yea actually Hassun's right visit some places in Zimbabwe or even here in S.A. go to any Skwatta camps or townships and you'll see wat suffering really is.
THINK ABOUT IT
How I felt
I don’t know how much more I can take
Seeing, hearing, talking, and smelling the pain
It’s all like a nightmare in my dreams,
But it’s so real. I feel the blood running
Down my hands, but the blood is not my own, It’s someone else’s blood. It’s blood of someone I love so much...though that person hurt me so bad, their blood won’t leave my hands...I wash and I wash, but it won’t leave my hands...
In a room full of people, I felt the most alone...I was always waiting for the darkness to consume or for Death to take me to a different, and most likely better, place. As darkness falls, night unfolds ebon wings to wrap the world in its dark embrace and it will capture your soul, it will never let go, I’ve watched so many people fade away...they all left me here to stay all alone. .... I was just a shadow, I was invisible, I was all alone...and now I'm becoming it all over again...does that make me emo?? does that make me a loner?? if it does then I don't care...I stopped caring what people thought along time ago...so why should I care what they call me? they just call me these tings because inside they feel the same...inside they're hurting, probably as much as I am...and they're afraid...so they cast me aside like some piece of trash, thinking they can escape the fellings they try so desprately to hide...
Very Deeply Misunderstood
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