9.

September 17, 2019

To Be Human

At a certain point in my life I've learned to turn it off 

What you may ask? 

My humanity 

Why? 

So that the happenings of the world don't completely destroy me 

Shooting after shooting 

Bomb after bomb 

Death after death 

Is this what humanity has become? 

One sting after another of destruction and despair 

Without the humanity in me, 

I can't be destroyed completely by these 

I don't fear for my life at every given moment 

I won't question what it's like to be human because at the end of the day I don't want to be

After the smoke has cleared 

And the tears have dried up

We are still a bunch of animals slowly losing their minds,

Trapped in a dying world 

With nowhere to go but 6 feet down