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I just can't take it anymore. It's not fair. The world is hell and nothing can be worse. I no longer have faith.
. . . Millions of people young or old ask questions like this every single day. Contemplating suicide at every minute and
some committing it. Our society tends to shy away from this subject thinking that they wouldn't ever feel this way. Or else
they are being so ignorant thinking it could never happen to one of their loved ones, but what if it does?
She is only sixteen years old. Popping the pills and chasing them with tequila. Her arms are so brutally torn from
the self-inflicted wounds. They stretch across her arm, each one painfully sliced, for sometimes she's been penetrating the
rusty blade a little too deep. Her hair which was once beautiful and thick had become straw-like and lifeless. Her eyes
were empty from pain and despair. Looking at her was like looking into a hollow mask. She lived the underlying world of the
middle class suburbia covered with a thick lye unfolding . He was only fifteen years old. Happy-go-lucky ladies man. Too wise for his own good. Seemed to have not one fear in
his heart. But his past soon caught up to him and it ate at him inside. Being an abused child all his life, he turned to
drugs and alcohol to hide his deep emotional scars. Physical scars also. Each one tells a story of when his drunken father
"kicked his ass" so viciously and left him there lying in the cold. But never did we think he was hurting so badly now. That
happened ages ago. There his life was ended that dark day in the whispering trees. A beam of light shone upon him welcoming
him home. The shot of the bullet blasted into the silence the night before with his own will to pull the trigger.
But why, we ask, why do young children go through with it? It couldn't be signaled when she would cry herself to
sleep every night? No, that was not a good enough sign. Or it couldn't be when she became very isolated and drew dark pictures
in her ravaged notebook. Nope, how could I have known? I just thought he liked to party all the time like most teenagers.
It's normal at his age to be drunk all the time isn't it? All kids go through rebellious stages. Right? I thought he was
just joking that night he came to me and told me he needed help. Real help.
From friends and families with an unwillingness to listen, when do we truly, really know if the person is caught
upon in a dark mentality? I guess we'll all listen better next time. There is not a set of defined rules to help someone,
but if we could only pay close attention to our loved ones and not be afraid to show affection. Spend time with our loved
ones. Oh, if only they could see their mother's eyes before they pull a trigger or down a bottle . . . If only . . .
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