Some People
You know what they say,
Suicide is never the way.
But even if it isn't,
Why does it seem so pleasant.
And cuts are never the answers,
But they are the scars everyone wears.
Sometimes the people who hurt worse,
Can't speak up for their voice is hoarse.
Others pretend life isn't a mistake,
But sometimes that smile is truly fake.
Some people prefer to be hidden,
For if the speak up, never will they be forgiven.
Some people like to write,
Others like to fight.
Some like to learn,
Others like to burn.
Some like the pain,
Others like the fame.
Some people just want the attention,
Other people truly suffer from depression.
So its your choice,
To be the one and make a voice.
Help those that are broken,
The ones who've never spoken.
Its time to put an end,
To the darkness within.
Copyright © Jayda Sharp | Year Posted 2015
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