Tragedy Is Not A Competition

Tragedy is not a competition.

You don’t know their lives.
You don’t know their hearts
You don’t know their battles.
You don’t know their struggles.
You simply don’t have any fuckin’ clue.

Be kind, and be nice.
Be kind, or shut up.
But atleast stop running your hateful mouth.
Go mind your own damn business.

Some people are just barely hanging by a thread.
Don’t be the one to snap it.
Some people are barely balancing themselves, on the edge.
Don’t be the one to push them.

My Goodness! just leave people the fuck alone.
Stop spilling poison in their lives, and your soul.

Or one day you will be left all alone,
Your heart…bitter and cold,
Suffocating on all that hate you give out to the world,
In a body filled with a rotten soul.


© Fiona Crystal Nov 14, 2019 | 06:02 AM
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