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Dear me,
When people say something I don't like, I want to get mad, I want to get upset, but then I
tell myself that I have to be the bigger person for things to get better and just take a
deep breath and distribute an apology where needed and whatever other sugarcoated ********
that the situation need. And, yes, I make the other person happy. But not me.
Why? Because I believe there should be peace. Wait, no, scratch that (Literally, since I
can scratch it out here).
Why? Because? I WANT there to be peace. I'm the type of person that does not like having
guilt nagging at her skull and eating at her heart. So, what do I do? I do whatever I can
to repair everyone's heart the best I can and, BAM! I got exactly what I wanted.
Well...almost what I wanted; Sometimes it takes a lot to change someone's mind. And, I
guess, that's enough for me.
What I do, my friends, is called "Turning the other cheek". I try to do that now, because
I believe it's the right thing to do. I didn't used to do that, though. I used to yell and
scream and act the worst way. But then, I told myself that things would be much better if
I do what I'm doing now. But sometimes it doesn't always work out in my favor.
Okay, okay, fine. Most of the time it doesn't work out in my favor.
I usually end up getting hurt by "Turning the other cheek". Why? Because I can't say what
I want to say. I can't do what I want, because that would go against "Keeping the peace,"
and what I believe in now, which is just that.
Sometimes people don't see that I'm trying to keep the peace, and they think the worst of
me. Sometimes I end up crying. Sometimes the other people don't care. Sometimes I end up
back where I was in the first place Alone and miserable.
But, I will stick by my new policy because it's the right thing to do. But...really, what
IS the "Right thing to do"? What do you think would be the right thing to do for this kind
of thing? Is there even a right way? A wrong way? An in between way?
Do you think I'm doing the right thing? It doesn't feel like I am. But, I'm too afraid of
losing the people I care about to not do it.
Ah, man. This is quite the predicament that I'm in.
Is there no justice?
Sincerely,
The Confused One Of The Bunch.
Suicide Scene
By the time they found him
He’d been dead for two days
Poor bastard blew his head off
A shotgun blast through the mouth
The basement door was open
Looked like the dog got in
The body was half eaten
A very gruesome scene
Clothing told us who it was
Only way to identify
There wasn’t much left of him
I just don’t understand it
Why the hell did he do it
Why does someone kill themselves
Everyone who loved him
Is in anguish and pain
His mother can’t even stand
Under the weight of her grief
His father isn’t speaking
He’s just starring at the wall
Oh, my god I hate this
Look at his family
They need to see a doctor
Or this won’t be the end
We must keep an eye on them
Or they may try this too
Get them to the hospital
Hold them for observation
We don’t need more suicides
Someone go and find the dog
See if it’s covered in blood
If it’s been eating him
It will have to be put down
We need to rule out murder
Start an investigation
Check everybody’s background
What they eat where they sleep
I want to know everything
This kid thought it’d be over
After he pulled that trigger
Yeah, that’s what they always think
But it’s just over for them
Now things are just beginning
For the friends and family
Life will never be the same
For anyone who loved him
They will all blame themselves
Thinking they could have done more
To prevent this tragedy
Yeah sure kid, it’s over
Imagine what they’re feeling
I mean, can you even guess
You think your reasons for this
Can compare to what they feel
Yeah maybe you were depressed
But you don’t know depression
Till you’ve experienced this
What the hell were you thinking
But you can’t answer, can you
Though I bet you wish you could
Thought it was just your life right
Sorry, it don’t work that way
A lesson, you learned too late
Someone bring the body bag
We’ve got work ahead of us