you like to pretend
that you are blind.
your friends like
to believe you.
but you can't keep up
this act forever.
soon, you will need
to open your eyes.
you will need
to look around.
you will start reading
that newspaper left
decaying on your doorstep.
when you finally see
the pain that you've
been privileged enough
to never feel,
when you've read
about enough pain
to put that gun
in your own mouth,
don't pull the trigger.
the world doesn't need
any more violence.
soon, you won't be able
to ignore the screams.
you will see how
the world is hurting,
and how your ignorance
has helped cause this.
you won't be able
to live with yourself.
but when you turn that gun
towards your own head,
don't pull the trigger.
the world doesn't need
any more bullets.
what it needs is
for you to help ensure
that no more triggers are pulled.
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 6:51 AM UTC
you like to pretend
that you are blind.
your friends like
to believe you.
but you can't keep up
this act forever.
soon, you will need
to open your eyes.
you will need
to look around.
you will start reading
that newspaper left
decaying on your doorstep.
when you finally see
the pain that you've
been privileged enough
to never feel,
when you've read
about enough pain
to put that gun
in your own mouth,
don't pull the trigger.
the world doesn't need
any more violence.
soon, you won't be able
to ignore the screams.
you will see how
the world is hurting,
and how your ignorance
has helped cause this.
you won't be able
to live with yourself.
but when you turn that gun
towards your own head,
don't pull the trigger.
the world doesn't need
any more bullets.
what it needs is
for you to help ensure
that no more triggers are pulled.
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