The world is suffering
The world is sick
Dying of something
We always miss
Something we pass over
And ignore
But that only makes the problem worse
Than before
We hide behind our
Tightly closed doors
Shutting off the lights
Not letting them shine anymore
We pretend not to notice when someone talks bad about us
We whisper behind another's back
And yet we're still hurt and pretend that we aren't
When someone points out the things that we lack
We pass by the homeless
Or give them some change
But in all reality
We judge them 'cause they're strange
We see the shy girl
Who at sports always loses
But we don't see under her long sleeves
With arms covered in bruises
We avoid the greasy-haired, skinny
Kid in the hall
Who is thinking of suicide
And we don't help at all
The opposite of love is not hate,
it's indifference.
The opposite of art is not ugliness,
it's indifference.
The opposite of faith is not heresy,
it's indifference.
And the opposite of life is not death,
it's indifference.*
Society's dying
Of this indifference cancer
But we have the cure
We have every answer
And yet we choose to close off
Our emotions inside
And because of that
All that we cherish has died
We can bring it back to life, though,
Have faith in, and love it, if we simply see
Everyone and everything as priceless works of art
And it starts with you and me.
*Elie Wiesel quote
Author Rant Time
Guys, this is as serious as cancer. (I'd know, by the way; my brother has cancer.)
We tend to gloss over things in our society, even when we know for certain something is going on with a person.
It's uncomfortable, even foreign, to approach that same person and try and help. But we as a society need to step up and be that person who prevents a suicide, who gives someone a hug, who asks what's going on and follows through.
This world is full enough of empty promises and broken dreams.
We don't need to add to that number. What we need to do is help decrease it.
It just takes one person.
The world's supply of compassion, kindness, and everything else that's good is slowly dwindling.
It will dry up if we don't do anything about it.
So do something.
I'm sorry for the rant, but I'm not sorry for the message that I need to convey.
Love from your author, Beau_Ciel <3
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