BYSTANDERS: Helping 7 guys was not a part of my plan

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Bystanders; they are no different from perpetrators 

A jungle made carelessly by the adults.
Thanks to it, my youth is rotten away.
Why do they kill us before we try? 
Why do we have to bow our head?
This is the place where we’re turned into bystanders,
“I didn’t know because I was out of it” became an excuse.

Foreword

Prologue

 

Domestic violence- I hate you.

He loves his parents dearly. They’re everything to him. But they hate him. They hit him. Still, he loves them. “No matter what, I am still your son.”

 

Bully- Save me.

He’s good at everything. People hate that. They’re jealous. There’s only one way. Bully him. “What wrong have I done?”

 

Suicide- They say not to play with fire.

A light spark ignites your life. But you will die. Slowly. The thick smoke suffocates your lungs. The wildfire burns your skin. One piece turn into grey ashes. "It's on fire."

 

Narcolepsy- Please make them close.

The light blinds me. I need darkness. Please, make them close. I don’t want to see you.

“I just need some sleep.”

 

Inferiority complex- I miss myself. Always

I miss the 'old me'. This is not me. This is not me. Unreal, unreal.

 

Stress- Too much. They are just too much.

My past. My present. My future. These things. They are just too much. For all of my mistakes, will you forgive me?

“Still, not enough.”

 

Depression - I wish I can drown my problems. With me.

I’m fine. No. I’m not a good liar. I’m dying inside. I have to put an end to it. It’s either me or my problem. Should we die together? 

“I lie to myself, everyday. I’m fine.”

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