Waiting For Perfection

Two

As I laid in my bed I still hadn't been able to escape the words that went through my mind.

All the stares were still fresh.

I don't get how people could be so cruel and not even care about the consequences of their actions.

I wish I lived in a world that didn't allow people to be dehumanized by other people around them.

But I guess that was just a dream because we lived in a world where people didn't care about what they did and they didn't care if their actions could be the thing that pushes someone far enough to where they can't take being alive anymore.