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Sticks and stonesIt's a fact of life that hurt is painful. Of course, when you read that, you're probably thinking "Naw, really? Of course it does!"
However, if we stopped to think about it, we would realize how much hurt hurts and on how many different levels hurt hurts. But the thing is, no matter how much or how little we feel some sort of hurt, the pain is still there, and it didn't necessarily have to happen. If it was preventative, it is better to take the ill-tasting medicine than to get- or stay- sick. But when you purposefully injure someone, it is just wrong. The old saying about sticks and stones is a flat out lie. Sticks and stones can break your bones, but words are devastating.
Common GroundWhat does everybody have in common?
Everybody feels. We all have emotions, no matter how hard we try to bury them, whether they are happy or angry or whatever. Everybody feels, just like you do. If something would hurt you, chances are it would hurt somebody else too. Now, that doesn't necessarily mean "do unto others as you would have them do to you" because then some people would go around giving everybody hand jobs, while others would end up giving everybody cookies and there would be an increase in diabetes throughout the world. So, as you can see, this isn't necessarily the way to go.
What is the way to go is to use your own feelings to be sensitive to other people's feelings. I know that everyone is capable of doing this because of how many people abuse that power to hurt people. What we need to do is use the power so that the only time we DO hurt people, it's to redirect them into a path that would be,
Suicide is no joke.Suicide is no joke. There is no coming back from it. Once you have done it, you are gone. Your pain may be over, but the pain to your family and loved ones will never be over. They will be left with countless questions that will forever be unanswered. If you're in pain, you need to let somebody know. There is no use suffering in silence. If you are suffering through depression, the worst thing you can try to do is beat it on your own. Just remember that there are people out there who love you and care for you. Even if you only have one person in your life who cares, that is still one person that would be devastated if you were no longer here.
Suicide is a very final way to deal with life's issues. It is a dark and permanent solution to potentially short term problems. All I ask is for you to stop and think. There is always a solution to your problems. There is always someone out there who can help you. Never think that you're alone because you are not. Some people may understand a lot
My life as a readerYou hear about the stories. You ignore it. You see them on the web, so you decide to read them. They’re great. The environment and descriptions make you smile, the dialogue makes you laugh. The adventures send chills down your spine and the plot makes your heart flutter. Even better, you find yourself fascinated with the characters.
You like one particular character. Heck, maybe even a group of characters. You wish they existed. You wish the stories, the adventures existed, too. You think real life is bland. It can be cruel sometimes, too. People aren’t like they are in stories, so you like fictional ones better.
You want to create your own. You want your own characters, you even want to borrow characters. You want your own plots, your own adventures. You want to substitute your life for another, even if it’s only temporary. You want to get lost in the world of imagination and creativity.
You pick up the pencil, or you open your writing programs. You make your own. Yo
It's Too Late When We DieIf you want to die then fine, go die
But before you go, think
Think about every dream you've dreamed
Think about every star you've wished upon
Think about every desire that has ever coursed through your veins
Everyone of those things could become true
Everyone of those things could become a reality
If you go pack you bags now
You will be packing nothing but pain
You will leave this place with nothing but your suffering
So fight, fight everyday
Pour fire into your heart
Harness the hurt
Control the memories
And leave this world old and grey
And leave this world carrying happiness
Don't ever give up because,
It's too late when we die..
ParentsMy parents grew me into an unsocial, world hating thing
My parents always wanted me to be perfect
My parents used to hit me
My parents only care for me when I do something good
And when I do a little thing wrong
they pour all the things I did wrong in my life over my head
I always tried to fulfil their wishes
just to gain a little of their love
They wreck my innocence with their talk of "what you are doing is not even real"
and although my parents are little shitheads in my opinion
... I am still thankful for the good times they spend with me
I am happy for every hug they give me
I am happy when they ask me "How's your drawing stuff going?"
I am happy when my father and I are playing games together
or when my mother and I have some amazing talks
I am grateful and thankful that I didn't grow up under crackheads
and happy when they say "we brought you your favourite food" because why not?
There are many little things I could list
many reason why I should hate them, and many why I love th
In This SpaceMy favorite space in the entire world is the space between my window and my bed, only separated by the brown Chester Drawer that was painted canvas white and now chips away to show tidbits of the chestnut brown. This is my favorite space. A cage between the pages of my sketchbook; torn out. Here, it’s just far enough from you. I can see the smile on your face. And the emptiness in your eyes. I can see how they’ll never match one another again. And it makes me wonder if you can hear me breathing too heavy in order to make myself faint.
This space in between my bed and my window is as big as the space in between your eyes. And I wonder if you can see right through me. Or do you just not pay attention to the sundry voices in my head. In this space, I sat down and watched the rain break the glass. This space is where I watched the ants trail in through the hole in the window’s net. I fed them bread crumbs from my sandwich. Until they infested the spot and expected a yard
FelicityHer name was Felicity! They used to call her this way because she seemed to be always happy. Felicity was a nice girl, very funny and always ready to make you laugh. But Felicity hasn't been always happy. In the past she suffered, we don't know why, we don't know how, but she suffered. Fortunately Felicity doesn't suffer anymore. She's better than she thinks! Felicity loves to watch tv series, probably because she likes to get lost in a world of fantasy, where all the sorrows of the life don't exist. Felicity is a good friend. I think that Felicity is a dreamer too!
Felicity is a young girl who suffered. Felicity is happy now! Felicity loves tv series! Felicity is the need to escape from this world, but also the life that goes on!
Suicide PreventionI here story of people all the time who Commit Suicide.
"You do don't you"
Yay i do, but i don't think that is the right path to go down.
Well i think those people who did that, don't think of all the people that care for them.
"Okay, so what are these story."
Well where do i began.
It just in the new that the icon comedian legend is not here.
People around the world are thinking the same words.
It ain't so, IT CAN'T BE, SAY IT ISN'T SO.
Those word just keep on.
People care for him as the icon comedian legend, who made us laugh.
Another story is start off from bullies.
A girl found dead in her home last night.
We are currently investigating the scene.
Are they go deeper and deeper into find out the truth.
They found out that people was picking on her and lead it too this.
These story keep popping up all the time, but all these people have in common is that they don't see that tons of people care.
People cares, maybe not all, but their are people who care, if you go
TendernessHer name was Tenderness. Blue used to call her this way because she was very cute, very lovely, and when Blue saw her the first time, the first emotion he felt was Tenderness. Tenderness was a young paintress, very very talented. Her art was different: she didn't paint with a brush, she painted with her heart! Her colours were her emotions, and her canvas was her soul. Every painting made by her was a masterpiece, a piece of herself consacreted in an eternal work of art. Her paintings were the mirror of herself: soft, delicate...and beautiful!
Tenderness is a very talented paintress! Tenderness paints with heart and soul! Tenderness probably is looking for perfection in this imperfect world! Tenderness is Artist and Muse at the same time!
When and WhyWhen is a good time to get hurt?
The only good time is to get hurt a little before we get hurt a lot, like how bracing yourself from falling can sting, but it hurts a lot worse when you don't. When you are preventing a bigger pain, it is ok, but there are still ways to make the hurt less painful. Just use your own feelings to be sensitive of theirs.
So if that's the only time when it's ok to hurt, why do we do we hurt people all those other times?
It's because we are insecure about something and don't know how to react to certain people. Some people react more viciously to more people than others because everyone also handles their problems differently. For example, children in the same environment, like siblings, usually turn out completely different. Just like people that have faced the same pains have different ways of turning out because of it.
Nervous MovementYou're a dime a dozen in a sea of billions.
Individuality has no significance in numbers so vast.
And while this fact makes looking forward hard
we can't keep living in the past.
You're a nervous movement in a freeze frame scene.
Steady hands won't help hold up such a fragile act.
And while you take your time keeping character
you fake what you can't take back.
With nothing more than a thought we form our actions
and this is where we extinguish the lie they tried to invent.
The lie that we painted our lives without passion
well conclusions are useless with no attempt to commence.
You're a song I can't name stuck in my head.
I've listened to you before and probably will again.
And while I can hum the melody all day long waiting
for it to hit me I still won't know where you've been.
You're a gust that has never changed direction.
Nothing can touch you you're only felt as you brush skin.
And while you can't be stopped nothing lasts
nothing escapes time not even the wind.
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