PitbullWolfxHTG

In a world so gray and cold and numb, words hurt and strings of hope come undone. Like weight trapped, reigning down on shoulders, more comments like that and I'll lose my composure. Every day it fills me with hate and sadness, listening to on-going fighting, hearing this madness. Is there any peace within reach? Do my words wash away like grains of sand on a beach? Closing my eyes doesn't black out the pain, tears well up and fall like the rain. Only one thing helps heal the scars, only one thing breaks me free of these bars. Like a needle mixed in with happy emotions, injecting through me, filling my mind with words unspoken.

What one person likes, the other doesn't. Hence, people have their opinions; that have to be accepted, no matter how ignorant they may be. But what's the need for ignorance? Is it that hard, just to be nice? Think about how much better the world would be if people took opinions in as one person's thoughts (negative or positive), and accepted them as it is, not facts. Example: In a middle school there's a bully who goes up to 'the new kid' and says "Hey, stupid. Your mom make you that shirt? It looks like crap." And instead of the kid getting all worked up about it; becoming possibly sad, depressed, mad, even sometimes leading to physical con