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Yesterday, A boy named Jacob Hess Hung him self. Every time a student commits suicide, The school has a big assembly Where everyone is forced to come And talk about their feelings On this person killing themselves. They tell us, That its good to get it out Too not hold it inside. A few people will raise their hand Cry a few tears, Yell a few words, But really Its all crap. Letting it out Will only bring you more pain, And more tears. It only reminds you, Of how you felt and why. Talking about it, Only shows people That you are in pain, It only lets the world know That you hurt. What good is that gonna do? The world doesn’t care! No one cares! People die every day, Weather its suicide, Car accident, Sickness, Whatever, But it happens, And it happens to everyone. And when it does The last thing that you need Is a giant assembly of crying people And teachers telling you to let it out. The best thing you can do Is forget And move on. Because No matter how many tears you cry No matter how many scars you cutt No matter how many pillows you scream in It’s not gonna bring the person back. Nothing will. They are gone forever, And for as hard as it is to except We are forced to. At least All this Is what I try to tell myself. Normally it works, And it fights back the tears But today… I didnt know Jacob all that well He was in my home room last year. All I really knew about him Was that his father was an alcoholic And his mother had left, Thats all, Nothing close or personal. Nothing that I should really care about But yet… Why does my stomach feel tied up Into tight gripping knots, And why does my cheeks feel wet? If I didnt really care |
My fav was always when the people that were the ones most likely to make a person want to cried the hardest, then the next day they were back at it with a new toy. | Posted on 2008-11-07 00:00:00 | by nicodemous | [ Reply to This ] | |