I dont speak.
I dont write.
I am devoid of all emotion.
But still putting up a fight.
People are dying all around me,
People are falling and screaming.
Wailing in agony.
But I stand tall.
And wait for someone to ask for my help.
Suicide...becoming more and more clear to me.
More and more common.
Every week I hear something more.
I would never, how could they?
Hurt their friends like that.
It isn't about you anymore.
It isn't about any of us.
Lets focus on something else, a distraction.
Lets remind ourselves,
That this play is still worth acting.
Its a mask, we are forced to wear.
So we can pretend we are free,
Careless, and unaware of all the problems that we face,