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Motivation:

A girl quickly looks to her phone, "It's new. . ." She mumbled. She began to stare, a feeling inside her she did not like.

Did you take your hapiness today?

She did. She continued to mumble, those thoughts, these words she spoke.

They were strange

No one said them. No one had to.

"I can't breathe. I need a break." She cuts off her phone and sleeps, the thing inside her never rest.

It never slept. It kept her up a night.

Whisk of happy memories flooded her mind everyday.

She awoke to the sound of an alarm clock, "Another day. . ." She grumbled getting out of bed and heading to face on the day.

"More agony."

She looked to her phone again.

She was back home.

She stared at a blank page, "I'm scared. . ." She wept and cut off her phone. She went to sleep. The feeling inside her still growing.

She needed new happiness.

She awoke to the sound of a grumpy man.

"Go away."

She began to get dressed and go to school.

She came back and turned on her phone, "No need, no one has noticed." She lied as she took a breath. "I can't breathe." She goes to church.

"Ma'am, your daughter needs new happiness . Her old one is usless."

"Take your new happiness." Her mother barks and she nods.

She hasn't taken her new happiness yet.

She's afraid.

"I need help."

"I don't want to speak."

"Someone help me."

"I feel useless."

"Please help me."

"They can't do anything."

"Help, please."

"You can't speak."

Her eyes red from tears. She turned on her phone, "I need to speak." She sobs cutting it off.

"I need love."

She begins to sleep.

But. . .Is that her sleeping?

The feeling, has grown.

That isn't her anymore.

She isn't coming back.

"No one cares."

"Look closer."

"They don't care."

"Look a little harder."

"I just want to disappear."

"Keep looking! Have motivation!"

"What's. . .What's motivation?"

Mood:

He
Was a broken branch
Grafted onto a different family tree
Adopted
Not because his parents opted for a different destiny
He was three when he became a mixed drink
Of one part left alone
And two parts tragedy
Started therapy in 8th grade
Had a personality made up of tests and pills
Lived like the uphills were mountains
And the downhills were cliffs
Four fifths suicidal
A tidal wave of anti depressants
And an adolescence of being called popper
One part because of the pills
Ninety nine parts because of the cruelty
He tried to kill himself in grade ten
When a kid who could still go home to mom and dad
Had the audacity to tell him “get over it” as if depression
Is something that can be remedied
By any of the contents found in a first aid kit

To this day
He is a stick of TNT lit from both ends
Could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends
In the moments before it’s about to fall
And despite an army of friends
Who all call him an inspiration
He remains a conversation piece between people
Who can’t understand
Sometimes becoming drug free
Has less to do with addiction
And more to do with sanity - To this day

m00d:

"Look! Even your closest friends don't care about your emotions! Why do you think some strangers  are going to give a crap about how you feel! That's a bit funny If you ask me! They've left you behind now, you're nothing without them. Nothing."