Suicide,
It’s a touchy subject.
One that teacher’s hush at and students grow quiet.
But all of us have thought about it at least once or twice.
It starts by stress from your parents, peers or co-workers.
They picked on you, told you what you were doing,
Wrong or right.
Or they argue and degrade you.
You begin to tumble.
Becoming infatuated with an object or things,
And then it’s taken away from you or something happens:
Best friend hates you,
You did something stupid and everyone laughed at you,
Or no body noticed you
And you couldn’t seem to find any attention.
You can’t stand you life and how degrading it’s become.
So you begin thinking,
What’s the point of even being here when no one cares.
But then you think STOP!
There’s someone you there,
Who cares,
Somewhere,
Eventually…
So you engross yourself in odd hobbies
That suffice your needs to a small degree,
Like cigarettes, marijuana, and alcohol.
They make you feel more accepted,
More socially acceptable,
And they do a great job at masking the pain.
Soon you become addicted to it
And forget why you started
And why you were so mad at the world.
You just take your life now,
One puff, drag, and drink at a time.
You deal with your problems,
Not noticing the new ones you’ve created,
Until you snap again and need more.
Reason for writing:
Correct me if I am wrong.
Birth sign: Libra
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