Sunday, November 17, 2013
Rotation
So much has changed since this time last year. The world has rotated, the seasons have chnaged, the skies have turned dark and bright again and agian just to lead us back to this day.
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Balme us, Blame you.
Blame us, Blame you
Stop Bullying
Anti-Bullying
You don't have to say it. I can already see it in your eyes. There's a girl down the street and she keeps putting you down. With scars on his face and tears in his eyes this young boy kept walking. Everyday I saw him, and everyday i knew he had won this battel. Until one day he didnt walk by my porch. If it wasnt evident, the words that romed his mind was the poisson that convienced him to take his life. Now he is laying in a cofin with a knife in his chest.
If that isnt enough for you to stop and realize the infite amount of pain that has passed, take a seat because I only /just begun.
Young girl, captian of he cheerleaders, and savior of many smiles. She fears going home because she knows what is a waiting her. She knows that like every night since her 13th birthday he will be there to victimize her. Not her father, but his drunken soul.
Noone could reach out to her, she collapsed to deep into a hole. Shamed and petrified she only established one way out. Being saved was no longer an option, cross that. Being saved is always an option, up to the last second of someone's life. The only problem is that no one tries.
A "Freak" walking through the halls feeling like a basketused to catch the words that have been screamed in his direction, causing a body completly covere by the scars that will hunt him from this day till he dies.
So he goes home and cries, extands his arms over the sink and tries to let his demonds out. Blood dripping, eyes tearing, soul breaking, heart missing. What is there left for him to do? Looking in the mirror he sees nothing; Just the reflection of a stranger looking at him with dissapointment and distguest.
A miscomprahenssion causing confussion; when she was in grade 2 they claimed she was "UGLY", Because of the cloth her mother laid out. Today she's seen has a skank because she wears her stomach out, skirts exposing her tights, and lets guy take advantage because atleast then they day please and thank you and sometimes they even use the words.... B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L. So can she for a couple minutes forget about the past.
And can we blame them? We have dragged them to this conclussion. We keep them from being saved! We are the reasons they end up this way, We are the reason they can only find one way out.
One girl, bullied about her adoptiong. She was a new branch added to a tree, and she knew she would never be truely happy until her branch was cut off.
And noone will be to blame but us.
Friday, November 1, 2013
For Mommy and Daddy
We feel the urge to make them proud, as if it is our job, just becasue they gave us life? I say respect your parents because they o all they can to help you succed. And if you were an unlucky one to end up with parents that did not do what they should have I'm sorry, but know that things do get better. Parents are jsut like bullies at school and I understand though my expereince wiht bullying isnt as bad as many.
The level of pain, or the amount of bruises is not what defines wether or not the bullying was worst in a case compared ot the other. I often sit at hoime and ask myself where I went wrong; I still have not found the answer to that question but one day I will.
We all Urge to make our parents proud, but that isn't what matters in life; I came to the realization that even though my parents should be proud of me, that is something to be done on their part. Wether i break a bone, drew a flower, or wrote a novel that ended up on New York's Bestseller; my parents should be ready to support me thorugh it all even if they do not agree.
Our only mission in life is to make ourself proud. We have dreams, we have goals, and if you dont that also ok, but go for them. Make your dream a reality, ut make sure you are awake as you do so, because dreams can't come true if you dont wake up.
The level of pain, or the amount of bruises is not what defines wether or not the bullying was worst in a case compared ot the other. I often sit at hoime and ask myself where I went wrong; I still have not found the answer to that question but one day I will.
We all Urge to make our parents proud, but that isn't what matters in life; I came to the realization that even though my parents should be proud of me, that is something to be done on their part. Wether i break a bone, drew a flower, or wrote a novel that ended up on New York's Bestseller; my parents should be ready to support me thorugh it all even if they do not agree.
Our only mission in life is to make ourself proud. We have dreams, we have goals, and if you dont that also ok, but go for them. Make your dream a reality, ut make sure you are awake as you do so, because dreams can't come true if you dont wake up.
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