Feb 2015
How much you hurt
How hard you cry
There will always be people
Who are not on your side
They will hate and blame
They don't understand
What it feels like to let go
Of another dead hand
And when you step out
To breathe for awhile
Wipe your mascara
And put on a smile
People like that
Never will they know
How much it stings
To have to let go...
How hard you cry
There will always be people
Who are not on your side
They will hate and blame
They don't understand
What it feels like to let go
Of another dead hand
And when you step out
To breathe for awhile
Wipe your mascara
And put on a smile
People like that
Never will they know
How much it stings
To have to let go...
We were rating situations from one to ten. One being not a big deal, 10 being terrible. When we got to suicide, a kid had the audacity to rate it as a one. And hearing him say how it's the person's own fault, ****** me off so much. I yelled at him and then left the class. How can people be so ******* insensitive towards each other?
