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What do you do with things life gives you?
If life gives clean water,
drink it.
If life gives fresh food,
eat it.
Life gives decent shelter,
live in it.
Life gives someone to take care of you, you learn from them.
But If life gives fire,
most would run from it.
If life's fire results in destruction,
most cry over it.
If Life you choices,
try to make the right ones
If Life gives chances,
try to improve what you failed at before
And If life gave you hope, and your still sinning purposely,
you should be ashamed
(this journal entry is a hope for change for better life)
There are few people in this world who deserve to lose there life
Yet one's who deserve to keep it, take it from others.
Its not always killing (taking), sometimes its words or actions.
That make one kill themselves, and nobody can say their perfect.
or suicide is the dealers fault. wrong, suicide is the effect.
sometimes man can be the cause. yet deny it in there mind
well I made a little visualization with words of my interpretation of suicide:
"Life didn't give me love mom"
"Well me and your dad love you"
"I know mom but..."
"Try to make friends at school tomorrow ok son, I love you"
So the next day he went to school, kids teased him
he didn't fit in with others and everyone mean bullied him
he wouldn't say anything to anyone, yet they made reasons to say something bad about or to him.
As he is walking home from school, A car drives up with the top down and two guys step out. He realizes that the two had been two that picked on him at school that day. They basically beat him up out of plain sight, were nobody could see them, made him red around the edges of his eyes and mouth.
They get back in there car and drive off laughing at him
all while he can still hear him from his position crying endlessly from the pain on the wet grass
Nobody witnessed the act of violence, he didn't even know the guys names, or do anything to deserve what had happened to him.
He rolled over, got up and walked the rest of the way home.
Unlocked the door to his house.
To find it empty, younger siblings at their after school programs and both of his parents making money for the family. Mom a nurse, dad a banker. both working till 8 because of an important meeting each had of there own to attend.
Its then 5 and still siblings at there after school programs, waiting for a ride to home, one must have forgotten to ask the other to pick the kids up.
Meanwhile the boy longing for friendship, stumbles to his bed, nothing not one word can be translated from his mind or mouth after this point, so much confusion. some point between a repeat of the same type of bad day each day for a month or so after that night, drove him helpless. mom and dad really did care, he would just never show this side of depression to them that he grew.
Soon it was too much
His mind body and heart
would not move one more step
He ended his life
All he wanted was
Love.
but maybe he fell in a whole of hatred along the way, climbed out of it, then hung himself, trying to forget the vision he got from hatred, but couldn't,
so who are you to say. you didn't kill that person with your own hands,
when just the other day you were calling them names.
I HOPE YOU LEARN SOMETHING FROM THIS
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