The perfect Conversation

An unlikely friendship unfurled between the moon and I, its ghostly glow held me hostage. Its charm probably held the stars in place, I wondered, and the stars twinkled in agreement. The cicadas knew exactly what to say, nothing too much and certainly not less. The streets emptied, it was almost like the dark scared them, but here I was covered in darkness of the infinite night. It was just me and the children of the night in the sweet company of the echoing silence. What we forget is that the silence screams volumes, you just don't hear it.

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Angst and Epiphany

Devastation broke loose in the skies covering it with the color of cat vomit. Birds left the trees and then the tears broke loose. The day ended with the dying rays of the sun, it refused to reveal any hints of who we had come to become. We stopped believing in monsters under our beds when we learnt that the real ones lurk in the shadows of our past and had built houses in our minds. The demons rioting our hearts reminding us of our ghosts that haunt us at nights, and get to us when we're at our weakest. It took just one mistake to fall into the cycle of eternal pain, no matter how hard we tried to camouflage and change our identities, we'd always stick out like a sore thumb. Now nothing was ever enough and all we craved for now was a sense of security, we found it in each other, and that's when everything spiraled downwards. I felt the wind in my hair as I fell, with no idea of how the impact would devastate me. But surely enough breakdowns ran its course and it was...

All time low

Its all been lifeless, The wind in my hair and the rain drops on my face, They mean nothing. Everything beautiful now, Is a reminder of the war within. Only the good ones die young, Other wise why is it that we grow up to only break down. Maybe we are already dead, and greatfully so. Maybe we're the walking dead, our hearts made of hardened sadness of our souls. We must be damaged, Other wise why is it that we have scars on our wrists and thighs? We work on life for as long as we remember, Only to be buried in seconds. My heart is cold and my hands are stone. I don't feel the life when a butterfly stops to say hello, Or the leaves in the forest that try to save me, from myself. We've all grown up to become the poeple, we'd swore to never be. And when we did grow up, Nothing was as it seemed.

13 Reason Why romanticizes suicide

13rw romanticizes suicide. Before I start with this I feel compelled to say that suicide is never an easy option for anyone to take, the fact that you’ve been pushed to such a point where you believe that it is your only option is hard and even unthinkable to some of us. Now having said that, I would like to commend the directors and the writers of 13rw for making suicide look like a hard decision for someone to make and to deliver such a rock solid script is anything but easy so kudos to y’all. You must have realized by now that I actually feel that the message the TV series 13rw tried to deliver is extremely valid and that my title is basically click bait. There have been a lot of people criticizing the TV series saying that it made suicide seem like a “cool” option for teenagers and that the show had actually encouraged teens to decide to take their lives. Another thing that has been floating around is that the show depicts suicide to be a way to draw attention to yourself. ...

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