Suicide
Suicide
How many deaths does it take for people to see
To see how broken us kids are
How many cuts does it take to see
To see how lonely and lost we are
How many traumatic events does it take to see
To see that we need love.
We go to school to learn
But all we learn is how mean people are
What we learn is who we are to others
We learn that were not accepted
That nobody cares for us
But mostly we learn that nothing we do is good enough.
We get pushed poked and picked on
We get stepped on
But "kids will be kids" right?
The teachers are oblivious to the struggles we go through
Their faces are drawn on
Whether its the fake eyebrows
Fake smiles
Or fake laughs
They are blind to the constant taunting and teasing
To them they see phases
They see "jokes"
But in reality
The teachers are almost as lost as we are.
The administrator says its a phase
That we just "haven't found ourselves yet"
But we have,
We found ourselves based on what others think of us
We have found ourselves in the small talk in the halls
That the color of our skin and brand of our clothes show who we really are.
The "loner" girl falls for the "popular boy"
The "pretty girl" breaks
We are not who we want to be
We are made up of other peoples opinions
We are who people label us to be.
Its always,
Your too skinny
Too fat
Too stupid
Too smart
Never you are good enough for who you are.
We carry the weight of negative opinions on our shoulders
We walk the halls with our heads down
We cry into our pillow late at night
But us kids are blind to our real potential
Our potential to be amazing
To stand out and be somebody who people can count on
Were so tangled in the negative thoughts that spin in our heads
So blind to our greatest characteristics
But so open to our biggest flaws.
Us kids struggle to be seen as something amazing
To be wanted by those we want
But it doesn't happen
So we take the only way out we know of
Us kids give up,
Suicide.
But by the time they find you
You've departed
And the taunting and teasing
Means nothing.
The "phases" mean nothing
The teachers
The bullies
The learning
All means nothing.
Your gone and there is no going back,
Your potential to be amazing has vanished
Your ability to be what you want is no longer in reach.
But while you lay there
Breathless Bare Broken and beaten
The world doesn't just stop
It goes on
With or with out you.
Copyright © Kailyn Loureiro | Year Posted 2015
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