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Take A Breath

This just in

A new trend is sweeping the nation

It’s called “Being an *** to anyone who is different”

And apparently, you have just joined the band wagon.

 

It’s simple really.

Find the most interesting person in the room

And make fun of them.

Simple as that!

For the low price of eventually losing all your friends

but who knows how you could turn out.

 

Side effects include;

Making someones life miserable,

Making them want to end their own life,

Becoming a senseless monster

someone you were pressured into becoming

 

How would your parents feel, if they found out what you have been doing?

If they found out you torment kids day and night

For what reason?

To get a good laugh with your pals?

To show you have guts?

 

now, we are the victim.

Sure, we all know

“they only pick on you because they are insecure with themselves”

line, but do you really believe that?

When so many people just target you.

Only you, and you still want me believe that they are all insecure?

 

Suicide,

Lets take a journey through that word, shall we?

S....U....I

The first three letters.

The S starts off when all you can think about is how much you life... *****

The U comes when you think everything is your fault

the I is when all else fails, innocence takes the wheel.

 

The next four,

C....I.....D....E

C appears when you commit,

You commit to depression, and it’s stuck with you now.

I, the pain is incognito

D, you are officially... done.

E, the everlasting, never ending loss of your life.

 

If you listen closely, you can hear the soft weeps of your mind wanting to take control

Like when you’re at the park

And you can hear the little 5 year old girls fighting with the other girls about who is the boss of whatever they’re doing at the time.

Your brain, is a 5 year old girl wanting to become the boss,

Depression is that other little girl who is bigger and snobbier than the others

And always takes control.

 

Your mind, is that little girl who wants to take charge,

but is overran by the controlling little mean girl.

The snob.

The meanie.

She owns you, but you have to break the ownership

and take over your own mind.

 

Inhale, exhale.

Eat some chocolate.

(cause chocolate makes things better, its a comfort food)

and watch some spongebob just so you can get your mind off the hell that is reality.

 

Take a breath, 
It’ll be alright.....

Everything will be okay...

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