This poem is for you- take what you need. I dedicate this poem to anyone who stood by and watched without interfering or offering to help. Take what you need, please- I can only hope to change how you perceive this.
It wasn't fair the way people of societies could be so helpless- although, they represent such an immense role in a community of people together.
No, it wasn't fair that a living-soul had silenced its' delicate heartbeat and not until then- did anybody listen.
I'm angry, and I'm mad, and I'm boiling with rage at the fact that everyone sits around in silence; tweeting, Instagramming, snap chatting and posting.
I'm angry, and I'm mad, and I'm boiling with rage at the fact that we read our up-to-date statuses and collectively communicate through a piece of technology-even though, we're surrounded with our friends, our peers, and loved ones.
I'm hurt, I'm astonished, and overall- ashamed.
The hurting from all the times we've seen sad posts, and swiped past because it's not our “issue", or made fun of somebody else for venting on their social media.
That same hurting- from those posting- which are saying how they needed somebody to talk to. Telling them that they do have a purpose and that they do need to realize their worth.
You're alone at the end of each day-
it's only what you think about yourself.
The astonishment from each and every time I see people comment de-valuing words to bring down another's self-esteem.
The same astonishment that those people who are proud of their bodies- are feeling when they read comments and feel utterly degraded.
I'm ashamed.
I'm completely ashamed.
In myself, in society, in my peers, and in everybody that was holding onto a hand and had let go of somebody who needed them.
It's all been us, at one point.
Don't do it to another human being.
Be kind.
Be genuine.
Treat others the way you would want to be treated.
Xoxo
morose
