when depressed...
I can't turn the words into peices of beautiful poetry
Only an onslot of words that
I
at most can't read through the tears that pent up and
obscure my vision.
its never easy, life never is.
Its always a challenge,
where there is jo winner to be made....
its always a battle
that never will come to an end...
some people think they are using life as a play toy...
really..
life is using us as its play toys
making scenes
making deaths
making lives...
for one
their life may be nice
and give them chances
oppertunjties to succeed.
others lives
may be cruel,
mean...
and may hurt them in The end
no one ever knows...
their life...
may even be bipolar in a way...
givibg them good times at one point
and in an instant
sadness takes hold
and drags them down under
into the cold
unforgiving
hurt
and pain
that will scar them
scar their soul
heart
and very being
and give them pain
and suffering....
for the rest of their short time.
people think living life to 100 is a long time
its shrot compared to how long the earth has been around.
so next time
you think that kid who is cutting or who is crying
that one who is broken
is just wanting attention
your lying to your self.
just as you may cry over an issue that's so small its like tne size of dust
they are crying over an issue larger.
try to save the broken
the fallen
the ones who need it
don't just stand there while their life kills them...
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