Can You Hear Me?

Today

I'm surrounded by people who used to say that rhyme about sticks and stones. As if a broken bones hurts more then the names we were called, and trust me we were called them all. We grew up thinking we are those name, thinking we were in cable of love us. That we'll grow up alone without someone to heal the pain in our broken hearts. An empty future is what we have to look forward to. Cut into our heart strings trying to empty, ourselves from the pain inside. Don't tell me those words they say hurt less than a broken bone which a surgeon can cut away that, but they can't cut the pain the words cause.
       She was 6, first day of kidnagarden when she was called fat. We're moved to the back of the class so we'd stop getting attacked by they're paper balls. We stay inside for recess, cuz outside was worse. Outside we practiced running away or hiding as a way to survive. Grade 3 they taped a sign to her desk, "beware of cattle."
    Today despite a loving boyfriend she doesn't believe she's beautiful cuz the spots of darker skin on her face. Because they used to say she looks like a mistake someone didn't finish erasing.
     He was a broken branch from another family tree, adopted. Not because his true family left him to find a new life but the fault of one new coming and two loses. He starts therapy in 7th grade, his personality made up of test and pills. Lived like ups were mountains and the downs were cliffs; 3/4ths suicidal. The kids with parents have the audacity to say "get over it." As if depression can be fixed by something in the first aid kit.
     Today he is a bomb lit. He can tell you all about how the sky folds and seconds before it falls. No matter the crowd of friends saying he's such an inspiration, he's stuck between people who don't understand becoming drug free has less to do more to do with sanity!
       They aren't the only kids like this. Kids are still getting called names, the classics; hey stupid, sup spaz. Seems like every school has a book of names getting updated everyday. When a child breaks down in school and no one choses to hear or see it; do they even make a sound? They just become a background noise for the song on repeat. Every school is like walking a tightrope with no net, and yes some of us fall.
      I just want to say if you can't find something great about yourself get a better mirror! Look a little harder! Because there's something you saw that made you keep going. Something that made you keep telling yourself that they're wrong!! Maybe you didn't belong in a group, maybe they picked you last for everything, maybe the only thing you brought to show and tell were your bruises and tears. To show but never tell cuz you had to hold your ground. But how could to when they did everything to get you under it! You had to believe they were wrong!! They have to be wrong!!! Why else are you still here? Why else had you been fighting for this long!?? We have to believe we are not abandoned cars on an empty highway. Even if we are in someway, don't worry. We're gonna graduate, we're gonna make it! Not the faded voices screaming the names that will "never hurt me."
Of course they hurt, but we are to believe they don't. Our lives will continue to act as if it had less to do with pain and more to do with beauty.
      Today a boy will cry himself to sleep because people couldn't see how beautiful he was. Today a girl will starve herself because those boys couldn't see how gorgeous she really was! But no, a broken bone hurts more then the words that have been tattooed in our hearts. Tattooed black and blue in our heart where we'll have to live with them forever! So think, does a broken bone hurt more? Will the scars you carved into they're minds with those words ever heal? Because "sticks and stones can break my bones but words will never hurt me"??

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(A/N)

So I wrote this in my notebook for my English class and my teacher loved it and said I should put it here so ya... It was inspired by Shane Koyczan. But lately I've been going through hell and my depression is sky high so I might be writing more about depression.. Love you my mother huggers

Hope you enjoy =(^_^)=