Let pain heal

Its weird, isn’t it.
How our parents yell at us to be quite while they are the once keeping us awake at night with the fighting.
How they send us to therapy while they are the ones with issues.
How they say they are hurt by our pain while they are the ones who caused it in the first place.
but kids don’t know what they are doing, we don’t know what we are talking about.
Then how is it that the last thought of that girl in California was “your hopeless”, before she took that bottle of pills.
How is it that when that boy first woke up in the hospital after using that kitchen knife his first thought was, “my dad will never forgive me.”.
How is that when a little boy was sitting outside falling asleep, his last thought was, “I’m sorry I’m gay mom, maybe you were right to kick me out.”.
In what twisted way could that possibly be right.
The devils from hell could look at this world and get nightmares.
Younger doesn’t mean dumber.
Older doesn’t mean smarter.
As death will come by the hands of mother nature.
The death of this society will come by our hands.
For every hurtful word that touches a teenagers heart, another knife is ripping this fragile world apart.
The moment that girl jumped is a moment the ground tore apart a bit more.
But for every woman that gave a lonely girl a hand, the world healed.
For every man that proved rape is not a basic skill, this society regained some hope.
For every parent that sees their kids for who they really are, another kid is stopped from overdosing.
For every smile, a heart is allowed to heal.
Every peace of kindness fights a war with the hurt that is been brought upon this world.