dirty hands

Bismillaahi,

Truthfully, it is so. . too scarry imagining how mean people are. And i am part of it. Every move that we make. . .have you ever worried that it might hurt others ? Them who are weaker than us. Them whose hearts beat faster when worrying, being frightened of what we could do to them. . .what moves that will hurt them. 

I am so scared

Sometimes everythings just happened like it is. Being a major, its like naturally be inside our blood. . .makes us want to win over something, to control over something. . to be the real beast. Our hands are dirty, as our hearts are too weak, to just be a good human. Bringing nothing but just happiness, cant we ?

Watching how those narrowed eyes stared our face. Saying words that we would never understand. We only know. . .we know their needs, so that we can easily control them. And them. . .cant do anything but freezing unfaithfully.

This is why we always say we are not perfect. And it is so true. . 

I just dont wanna hurt others anymore. Deep in my heart i really dont want. Just this emotions, sometimes win over me. .and us, the human. . .the best race.

Forgive me. . . . .to those whose last breaths, last light. . .slowly disappeared in front of my eyes. before my face. . . :(