The Process


Hurting
Have you ever felt that pain?
The pain that hides within your entire body
The pain that haunts you for the rest of your life
The pain that restricts you from freedom
The pain that causes you to feel little in this huge world
The pain that you tried to fight
The pain that will never dissolve within you.
This pain stays forever.
And there is nothing you can do about it.

Realization
When something this traumatic takes place,
Where are you supposed to turn to?
The human race seems crueler than anything in this world.
Men are not men anymore.
They are animals.
They clearly don't comprehend the English language.
Why? Because to them "No!” is just another word for "Yes.”
In conclusion,
The Realization of it all, is men are pigs.

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