Even now I still don't understand
why people will listen to the ramblings of an idiot but shut out the cries of someone in need?
Why people want what they know they cannot have?
Why people hurt each other?
Why they lie?
Why they steal?
Why they hate?
Why they kill?
Why they make each other cry?
Why do they spit on those who are different?
Why do they mock your very decency when you open up your heart to them?
Why do they call it "suicide" when someone hurt them so bad they didn't want to live anymore?
Because that's not suicide,
IT'S MURDER.
Why are people so cruel?
Why are people so heartless?
Why won't they listen to those who try to save them?
Why?
Why?
Why?
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