We Are Not Enough

I don't think I can do this. I will never be prepared enough to avoid being swept away by this crazy death dance the world has become. I do not have enough bandages, medications, knives or guns. What I have, the world has made useless. War will not kill the weak, weakness kills the weak and I am a weakling with no power to save what I have gathered together while turning a blind eye. The hatred is tipping over. Can you feel the insanity toppling over the pit it has dug? I don't think we can survive ourselves I don't think anymore, I just hide my eyes from the blood, but there is always more blood and never enough bandages.