If I stare at you, I am not trying to be rude, I am hoping you ask me what is wrong.
Instead, all you do is tell me I'm being rude, then you move right along.
Your lack of compassion is truly difficult for me to comprehend, especially with what you have planned for your future.
It is almost as if you expect people to have something that is a one size fits all diagnosis, instead you just see what you want.
Not everyone can be fixed that quickly, some need compassion and yet, you assume that all is needed is a simple suture.
The assumptions you make infect many who you interact with, simply because you are trying to help these people when you can't.
By the end of the day are you really helping people or are you infecting them with your own illness that you wish upon them?
There are no answers or words for you anymore, just pure concern for what damage you can do.
Closure will never be had for these people, since you break them apart at their seams and their last bit of hem.
At least, there was the small ounce of hope that will stay within them because, nothing could take it from them not even you.
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The Odyssey Through Odessa
שיריםThese are poems that I wrote through my journey around Odessa. It has been an eye opening experience and I am so thankful for every moment of it. Most of these poems focus on my Epilepsy and the death of my first girlfriend. This is mostly a way tha...
