Pain, hatred, life, dead, it’s all inside my head.
I can see flowers grow and peg out in front of
my bed, what even makes the biggest and strongest
among us sad.

I can see childeren of my age deceiving, hurting and
bullying the so called ‘weakling’ in the group, naming
him words as noob.

Not knowing what kind of effect it will have on his mind, is it
that hard to be a little kind? Ages have past in the history of
man, but the same song will be sang.

The strong will conquer the weak.

Living in this modern life, with several human rights,
but in the heart of society still many fights.

When will it be over, where is the time when you need it,
who or what will have our self-repair kit?