To all the kids who chose suicide:
I see your body hanging from your bedroom ceiling fan
I see you on your bathroom floor pill bottle in hand
I see your fingers shakily lacing around the trigger of a gun
and I know it'd be poetic of me to say I find beauty in self destruction but the only thing I see in self destruction is self destruction.
No your death was not graceful.
You hurl boulders at the withering shoulders that loved you most.
You ruined someone's life because you are the one that gave them hope.
Maybe it'd be okay if the only one you had to worry about in this world was yourself but that'd make you selfish.
You can't be scared of the dark when you were born into darkness.
