Listen (The REAL solution to suicide, school shootings, and depression)
by
Yuushi Rose
copyright 08-23-2001
Age Rating: 18 to 127
So many shootings, suicide, teen murder...nobody knows how to stop it. But I do...and the answer is rather simple. Stop blabbing about what to do and whats right and wrong. Instead, I think we should all just shut up...
Each therapist stares at them
Then lectures on whats wrong
After a few words sung like a hymn
But they don't hear the words to the song
Each child keeps it bottled
The tears hidden behind dry eyes
While each emotion tottled
Amongst the hopes that died
Till they can't take it any longer
And fall off of that tall ledge
Their hate growing stronger
Pushing them over the edge
Driving them to kill
Themselves or their peers
Losing all their will
To their hate and to their fears
And everyone starts to lecture
Their children about it all
But no one raises the structures
The childs towers of hope too small
Diminishing each passing moment
And each word that exits their parents mouth
For they never take time out to notice
Their childs hopes have dashed south
For its seems the lectures are never done
No one stops to listen
The fears and prayers of each one
Till blood starts to glisten
Turns the ground deep red
And its too late to help now
For they are already dead
Gone with the dreams all to allow
The sadness to go away
That caused death to have risen
And such blinding hate to stay
Because no one would listen
You know...I used to be the kid who slit their wrist everday, hoping to have to courage to succeed...or succeeding before I was caught, shoved into a mental institution nearly six times after two dozen (literally) attempts at suicide, starting from when I was six till only two years ago. I was the one who wore the mask of a smile and who would get into constant fights...I used to be child who would go into my parents room and hold that gun in the secret hiding place. Wondering..."Maybe I'll do it today..." One thing could push me over the edge, but I realized when I attempted the last time, that I was wrong. I had died for two minutes, and during those two minutes I spoke with an angel...and what seemed like I spoke with Christ...I felt the warmth of His arms, and He told me that He would always be there, and I had to help others. I realize now this is how we can help them, and I know in my heart that He agrees.
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Each child keeps it bottled
The tears hidden behind dry eyes
While each emotion tottled
Amongst the hopes that died
... I liked that part the best. As for the ending comment, I grew goose bumps the size of spider bites! Yikes! And they are still tingling and standing the hairs on my head on end!
Yuushi-chan, your poem is very strong and powerful. With a very real message. Still, I have shivers and not so much from your poem....from the comments following. There are adults out there who will listen and do care; who make differences and are really there for children and youth. I'm sorry that you did not find those adults to hear your pain and chose only to lecture the behaviours.
I hear strength towards the end where you spoke with an angel and felt God wrap you in love. Even though my beliefs may be different than yours, I do believe in angels and am thankful that yours was there when you needed the strength.
I cannot say a lot here Yuushi without repeating yours or the other commentors words.
Great writing! So True!
ps:For different reasons I talked to an angel too, best darn conversation I ever had.
Yes, I hope that you can make a difference, adults forget how helpless and frustrated they felt, and just want to put a band aid on a situation so they can get back to their "problems"
Welcome !
