There is always someone... Someone that only knows how to be in pain. Someone that only knows how to be invisible. Someone that only knows how to hide, how to run.
Then there is someone that is silent. Not because something is wrong with them, but because they see. They see all the guns being pointed at each and everyone's head. They see the hidden tears that no one else sees.
These people are quiet because they see the lies that everyone tells. They know when you say you are okay... They know it is all a lie.
They see men and women point the guns at their heads, no one sees. People yell at them for being stupid, when the others need help.
The silent ones, try to yell and whisper encouragements. They try to save everyone as fast as possible. Though... Many pull the damn trigger on their gun...
Others put their guns down long enough to mourn the fallen. Many pull their own... They see life as it truly is.
The silent ones try to cry out for help when they see this. They truly try to stop this! Why doesn't anyone listen!
... Why do people die because of others?
...... Why do people kill themselves because of words?
........ Why are humans so cruel? Don't they see that they are killing themselves? That nothing gets better by being mean and heartless?
Why...
The silent ones always cry in the shadows, they have too. If they don't cry then they would be like all the others. They would be lying about what they were feeling. They would be hiding it, trying to cover it up.
"Stop hiding..." They whisper as one. "Stop lying..."
They weep as another shot goes into the night as someone takes there life. It is all because of bullies.
Why must people be so mean? Can't we all get along? Can't we all see the signs? Can't we all... Just stop? If not, then those thar die... Are they really dying? Or are they living happily?
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Book of Random Ideas
AcakThis is a book where i just write a little bit of a story. It just is to keep me from going insane. Please read and vote on what you like.
