Last Chords of the Piano Play

Talks about suicide and how us as a society doesn't see how bad its actually becoming and how we can help stop it.

You know there are 30,000 lives taken from people being corrupted when there thoughts hit there brain like a high speed train, we don't stop and acknowledge how lucky we truly are till its too late... It isn't fate that made these things happen, how many of you actually have been there to receive these thoughts sitting on a couch just f*****g lost? Playing leap frog with your thoughts, till a semi truck hit you before you can even comprehend what happened.

 We don't even justify that our live's could be understood if we just open up the hood to your head and fix the engine... Make it purr and not even mention to another soul about the one time you lost control. They say no one is perfect, but perfection is us humans actually showing emotion by taking depression and getting it lost amongst the ocean, lost in the abyss you can make it out, the GPS is just if you can go to a person and spill your feelings out.

Im not the best person, im just someone who can change my words around before I disperse them, you wouldn't like the sound of my heart when it beats... You wouldn't like the sound of my brain writing on the walls of my skull and it creaks, like the floor board to life. You can walk across it with no problem, but if its waxed and you're wearing socks watch out, because its a slippery step... You can fall down and never allow to yourself to get up, you can lie there until the final beat of the soul meets your final breath.

Most people live life like a busy subway station, you just don't have the patients to stop and ask if someone is ok... Don't have to audacity to stop and think someone else might be having a bad day, and you could of helped that death just by saying hey.... There is a saying... Fat kids cant jump, but yet I see them reaching the stars with there dreams, I see them reaching the peaks of there mountains and not just staying down low trying to grab the moon, by going up and down on a swing.

 If all vegetation grows toward the sun why cant we? There are more than 1,000 ways to die in a day so why would we just waste it away? When the going gets tuff and you have to swim against the current before you meet the precipice and fall off the water fall... Just remember, that that water fall is there for a reason... It may be that the water is cold and if you make it out the air is 20 below freezing, but just remember that your body maintains the heat of 98.6 and you're still breathing.

This world is our mother and doesn't want us leaving... Comedians cover themselves with jokes, while in the inside they're actually dying from all the perforations and pokes in there heart... They make jokes about life and farts... What about the happiest person on the earth?  Do you think that his heart on the inside isn't a little Russian doll? Just has many copies and keeps getting smaller and smaller... His grin on his face could be fake as it gets taller and taller into a full smile. Would you walk that extra mile? To fake it?

Police officers don't serve to protect, if they did then when they seen an adult abusing me they would of never left, the depression can stop the heart, with a full lead bullet making it through the chest even with a bullet proof vest made of the best cover ups... Carpenters can build a shelter of wood and screws, but it doesn't mean they went to battle only to loose, they have the blue prints, so they can build whatever they please. Make that happy place and never leave... You would not believe the things you could see, and if you cant then you have blurry vision and need contacts to truly see... Because on the inside all this matters and is destroying me...

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[M.D Leon]

well this is certainly a kind of piece that is rare among writers in this site and more often found in blogs. do not think im putting it down though, on the contrary you make some very valid points, though i do not agree with a lot of it. but me agreeing with it has nothing to do with recognizing a well written , shall we say, critique?