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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