"We stopped checking for monsters under our beds when we realized they were inside us."

The sky is now dark and I'm listening to a beautiful song, Westlife: The Way You Look Tonight.

But right now, as I write this, as you read this, the world is not beautiful. Much as we hate to admit it, this world is corrupted. We know the ugly of this place we live in, we don't need to see it to know that. It's in our bones, that we learn to avoid and fear it. But sometimes, it just happens.

Murder. Kidnap. Theft. Abuse. Rape. It's sick, it's horrid, it's inhumane. Hearing, reading, knowing about it is bad enough. Think of those people out there who had experienced the taste of torture, who had so bright a future that laid ahead being robbed entirely of it by that one merciless being. You don't have to be killed to give up on your dreams. You just have to be scarred from the fear of being used once more, and that will keep you in the shell your attacker made for you. So easy to create, yet almost indestructible. No matter how strong a person you are, you can never be blamed for not letting it go, ever in your life. The most precious is trust. It's so strong that it can break you apart with one move.

How can someone do this to another person? We are humans, we are equal, what did the person do to deserve all these? Nothing. Because we call it insanity. Plead guilty with the reason of insanity, but it's too late. We lost a soul in this world.

We judge people for what they do. But their actions are the result of their thinking. How about judging people from their sanity from now on? To see if they have morals, if they are amused by someone in pain.

Humans are capable of so much, we use our power for the wrong things, for the worst reasons. It's barbaric.

How can someone find joy in one's suffering?

As you read this right now, there's a girl out there being raped. There's a child being kidnapped. There's a man being stabbed. There's a old lady being abused by her children. There's a helpless old man being robbed of his mere few pennies. The outcast being taunted, the families weeping, the soul breaking apart.

We are a cruel world.

Why are doing this? There is no answer, and there never will be one.

Because we are and will always be like that.

The demons in the human race. Stop it already.