A poem about suicide rates going up & my tolerance for bullshit going down

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There are no easy answers
to why these kids keep killing themselves
Did their parents love them too much
or too little
or is it some combination
of  b o t h

There are no easy answers
to the algebra exam
when students would rather
chart their pain on their skin
than on the x and y axis

Try to avoid lingering
too long on the y

There are no easy answers
when teachers are expected
to saddle the pain of the student
while others sit idly by

"You know, a good teacher
is like a candle, it consumes
itself to light the way
for other."

But what if I am burning myself at
b o t h  e n d s

I can only hope
that if you ever
seek that answer
from a loved one
at least you are blessed
with a reason why
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