Nights Like This

Nights like this is when I want to cry- for the toddlers starving, the thirty year olds hiding in fear from bombs, and for the girls who hate their waist lines, and the guys who can’t cry.

Nights like this, I want to wail, for the people who’ve gone past wailing- who sit in silence contemplating the best way to commit suicide, for the parents watching their only son die.

Nights like this, I want to cry.

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