Go.

I used to yell
And fight back.
Until I realized
That you hate it much more
When I remain silent
And perfectly still.

Like a statue.

He sat alone,
alone & at home,
where his screams were silent,
but his mind was violent,
his insecurities hid deep inside,
they did indeed eat him alive,
a tear rolled down his face,
as his heart began to race,
where his depression lied deep within.
this went on for days, months, years,
and until he cried  his very last tears,
he decided that he had enough,
the world around him was much too  tough,
it took the gun to his head,
Congrats Society,
he is dead.

Blood drips from the blade just as it does from the wrist.
Splatters as it hits the floor.
The tears stain the face.
The blade is the words hurting her heart.
The blood is the laughs that surround her at school.
The tears are the bruises from home.
Her wrist is her final goodbye.

Life is screaming out at you to end your life.
But don’t do it.
Be that rebel and rebel and live.
Life ***** you away when you are down.
Destroy your feelings.
Don’t let them take your feelings from you.
Be yourself and do whatever you want.
Destroy others by not acknowledging them.