He once smiled at the world,

not for a reason,

but because there was none,

he once stood high, confident in himself,

was untouchable, unreachable,

defied all words that told him NO,

but something happened, something changed,

like a curse was spelled to him,

only no kiss could brake the bottled emotions,

or the dark, dark wold that is now engraved in his mind,

trying to cut the words said a thousand times from his wrists

because he would rather feel real pain than the emotional paroxysm,

and he fell miles and miles and miles into a deep ditch,

and more and more and more words where thrown at his chest,

being pounded burring him in depression

“cutter, attention-whore, faker” where the new ones

face book, and twitter, getting bombarded with more and more

but falling and falling he saw a light,

an escape route that told him all his problems would go away,

2 hours later his parents found him in his room hanging from the rafters,

his parents didn’t leave there house for 3 weeks,

it took them 2 before they could look out there window,

and realize the merciless world was still moving,

but he is not the only kid,

on average 4,400 deaths are from suicide each year,

14 percent of teens have considered suicide,

7 percent have attempted,

160,000 kids have stayed home because of the fear of being bullied,

“lets do something about it” they say,

well,

actions speak louder than words.