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Small, unimportant things..

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Why is there so much pain in the world?
Parents who abuse their children,
Twelve year old boys murdering rivals of their gang,
Kidsoldiers, orphans, rape, murder.
So much pain, so much hurt
With these things, my own problems seem so
unimportant, so small.
It doesn't matter to people if I'm hurting,
If I'm crying myself to sleep every night.
Or if I'm living in the dark of my own mind,
my own thoughts.
Would people be concerned about me,
if I wasn't here anymore?
If I'd run away?
Would they wonder why I'm gone?
Would they understand that these small,
unimportant things mattered to me?
Ruled my life untill nothing mattered anymore,
and eventually that these small, unimportant things,
killed me?

please give some feedback and let me know what you think!

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Crying Angel Sara Creativity - Poem published by 3 years ago ()

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weeweehong11 weeweehong11

great poem

1 year () (Permalink)

great poem sarah

hi my name is peter ive been a cutter and ive been picing at my scabs for  5 years now  but im trying to stop my outlet is listing to music just message me if you want to chat

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