"The laugh cracked loudly into the school's atrium, like a shot of a gun. A quick bullet. A deadly bullet the pierces through flesh and bone. I realized then... that a laugh was as lethal as a bullet." I thought bullying didn't exist. And if it did, I wasn't a bully. Except I was. We all were. Not because we beat kids up. Or we called people freaks. Or gave them swirlies. Because we never did that. It was because we laughed." For these three kids, a playful laugh cuts deeper than a fist ever would. And the worst part is...they laugh along. 1.Eliza hides behind the brightest smile and stuttered words. 2.Reece desires the perfect body and will destroy himself to do it. 3.Hunter is the bad boy with sick suicidal jokes, screwing both Prozac and girls. But it is more than just those three: 4.London sits in her wheelchair trying to be normal 5. Ashton needs to return to the surface of people and stop cowering in the digital world 6. Griffith hides his autistic emotions. The story is told by a girl who always laughs. Drama, love, pain, tears, laughter, depression, weaknesses. We all laugh. But what does our laugh truly effect? "Hands down this is the best book I've read on wattpad. I don't even know what to say. I mean... I just.... Wow." -Irxdeo This book deals with heavy topics such as depression, suicide, eating disorders, abuse, so read carefully. I want to say some of these characters and scenes in the beginning are based on real people and real events, but some are not. Hi, guys! Thanks for checking this story out. Remember be brave and kind.

*TW* You think it's selfish.. Suicide. Well it's not. It's selfish keeping someone who has endured so much pain and sadness alive. Just getting out of bed is a struggle. You feel trapped. Tired. Done. The pain seems never ending. Even putting a blade to your wrist is no longer enough. You need it to be deeper. The thoughts have intensified. Now you're hearing and seeing things. Being sent in and out of the hospital. Being given a daily cocktail of medication just to be normal. And it's still not enough. You cry your self to sleep hoping you'll never wake up. You starve yourself. You make yourself throw up. To be thin. To feel better. It doesn't help. You feel like everyone hates you. You feel like you're misunderstood. You feel like no one cares. You feel like a complete disappointment. A mistake. You don't know what's wrong with you. You're ready to let go. But you try with every bit of will you have to keep going. But in the end we all know what will happen. How it will end.

Poetry on nature and experience

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.

Let me be vital. / I want to burn myself out. #39 Poetry - 11/6/16.