"Soil"
spoken by a true EMO...
I was sitting in sience class and the teacher was going over what soil was. All i could think of was death. To think how much we walk all over soil, how much we walk past it without thinking, how much our kids play in soil. It hurt me dearly. Why don't we seem to care? Why can't we feel their pain. T could not answer those questions. Just think how many things died there. How many things are still dead there. It makes me so mad at mankind. Do we even know what we do to our dead? We put a tomb stone over their heads. We make it known that they were missed. We make it known sacred to all who see it. I've gone around, place to place, droping stones with the word R.I.P, what we put on our own heads, on such unthoughtfull patches of earth. It is all i can do to honor these dead things. Do you even know how many creatures died there? How many beautiful creatures with no honoribal grave? To know of all the unhonored deaths, makes me want to die the same unhonored way. So I walk outside, slit my wrists, pour the blood on the ground befor me, and try to forget, the same way they were forgotten. But I still can not rest, for I know it is wrong. So i lay a stone by my side, take out a small blade, and seise my life, to honor theirs.
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