Youth

One day, behind the high school walls, I found myself thinking of it all.

With a stolen cigarette cuddled around my lips, I dreamt of holding a gun against my head and emptying the clip.

I journeyed far and wide across the forests of self hatred, and carved into myself until I saw red.

I thought about the generation to come. Being raised by parents who grew up as troubled ones.

So, here's my question to you.

Do you believe in the limits of human perseverance?

So, here's another question too.

Do you think there could ever be recovery without interference?

So, here's my statement to you.

Pain and happiness have a twisted coherence.

One day, I woke up with a newfound mindset, in which, to this day I believe is the best.

I made a clairvoyant pact with the burning souls of yesterday. And now, I know exactly what to say.

When will we stop what we're doing to offer a helping hand to some other man.

The answer is very depressing, in the darkest way, in all honesty.

So, here's my question to you.

Are you prepared for the day that your child comes to you, saying that he/she wants to die?

So, here's another question too.

Will you immediately react, or let the sorrow slowly descend from your eyes?

So, here's my statement to you.

Do something about this. Start by giving them a reason to live their lives.