She hears them yell,
about how she is not good.
They say she is worthless,
and will not amount to anything.

She finds herself when she is alone.
She is in her room in the dark,
with nothing but a knife,
But it does not cut deep enough.

So she wakes the next morning,
and goes to school.
She says good-bye to all her friends,
and she says I love you to her love.

When she gets home,
she finds the gun,
but it is not loaded,
so she loads it.

The phone rings,
and interrupts her,
it is her love,
telling her not to do it.

She says sorry and I love you,
then hangs up,
She grabs the gun again.
She puts the gun in her mouth.

In an instant,
al the pain and hurt is gone,
She is dead.

No one understands,
why she did it.
Until her love,
comes and says why.

She did it because,
She could not handle,
it anymore.
She was pushed to this.

All that was left,
was poem she had written.
It told everyone good-bye,
and that she was sorry.


About Arun Mishra

“We often becomes what we believes ourself to be. If I keep on saying to myself that I cannot do a certain thing, it is possible that I may end by really becoming incapable of doing it. On the contrary, if I have the belief that I can do it, I shall surely acquire the capacity to do it even if I may not have it at the beginning.” SO, “If you put your effort and concentration into playing to your potential, to be the best that you can be, I don't care what the scoreboard says at the end of the game, in my book we're gonna be winners. Because "I feel like my wings are finally coming back. They were broken, and there was a point where I thought I was confined to this earth. But I feel like they're back now. And I'm excited to fly again. And sure, there are going to be bad and tough times. I can easily see them now but that's not a reason to stay on the ground. Everyone has to fall sometime but no matter how long it takes you, you eventually get tired of dragging your feet through the mud, and you get up and find your wings have healed and they ache to fly again. So I'll fly, I'll fall, I'll get back up, and I'll live."
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