I know I write about hate and disgust that this world has to offer,
that the accuser brings*
But it is so hard to ignore.
We live in a world with filth.
I try to keep my words to myself, and not to be judgmental.
But it breaks my heart to see children without a father, without a man to stand
up and take responsibility.
A lost man.
I’m sick and tired of seeing people clinging to hate.
I’m sick and tired of seeing people cling to emptiness.
It breaks my heart to see children without a father, without a man to stand up
a take responsibility.
A lost man.
When will we stand together?
There is a need for hope.
When will we stand together?
This fight will remain.