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Simply Life
“Cut, Cut, Cut” I can hear them. Screaming at me to do things to myself…cut away everything that I don’t like. Feeling the blood tinkle down your arm gives you such a feeling…you know its wrong...but you don’t care… it feels to good.
Where is the love in this life filed with hate, despair, friendship, or the lack their-of. As I sit at home alone in my quite room hearing nothing but the tap tap tap on the keyboard of my life. Typing the words I dare not speak with my lips. The feeling of loneliness and afraid to tell the world what I am capable of. So I hide behind the glistening screen of my computer hearing it hum as thinks. I dream how life would be if I had friends…one friend that care about me…as I sit alone by myself in a house full of crushed dreams…bad memories…and screaming parents. What is a boy to do when there is nowhere he can go, and nothing he can do. What happens to this boy of 16 when cutting himself just doesn’t seem to help anymore? Does he run away and turn himself loose to the outside world? Or does he stay behind and think of all the ways to kill himself until he finds the perfect way…
But if you were to know this boy…would you know anything is wrong? He loves to act, but doesn’t think he has any real talent. The best role he ever played, he plays everyday, when people in the hall just pass him by…seeing a happy person that loves life and is ready to live it to the fullest. No one suspects the awful thing that is going to happen next. No one sees that inside this boy’s eyes he is crying. Reaching out trying to find friends that he can count on… when he does… it seems all he does is piss them off or get them taken away by the people who hate him the most.
Early Tuesday morning when he is usually suppose to be woken up for school. His dad enters the room calling his name loudly to wake him up. When he doesn’t stir the dad gets concerned and turns the lights on. A gasp followed by a shriek of terror from his mom… When the lights come on all they can see is the river of blood that is coming from the boys head…
The school is called and his story is told in every class. Some laughed thinking it was a joke. Some were speechless. Some thought to themselves… “I just talked to him yesterday and he said he was fine…what happened?”
The funeral comes and the whole town comes out to morn for this boy…who the world thought was fine. This boy, who was full of life and ready to live it to the fullest, now lies on his back not living at all…
Next time you speak badly about someone behind their back or even to their face. Think about that person and the life that they might life in secret. For no one knows what the future will bring, but we should all be prepared for that curve ball that gets thrown. No friends, screaming parents, and a lifetime behind the computer is how that boy lived his life… The question is… If you were that boy…lying on your back… how do you want the world to remember you? As a good person full of life lying to the world… or the person who wasn’t to big to ask for help when this awful world tried to strike him out.
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