They were, I doubt not,
see enough,
in the dark.
The thoughts, the whisper.
Haunt them,
suffocate.
They endured, I'm sure,
the hindrances.
They tried.
They breathe, live,
they fight.
They did.
They, human.
They are,
ㅡ strong.
For when I thought they are strong. They fight themselves. Suicidal thought is no less important, people need to help.
ㅡn.s
