It’s easy to hide behind the computer and shout your words.

It’s easy to call someone out for being different.

It’s easy to tell the little girl that she’s not the right size.

It’s easy to make the young man question his life.

It’s easy.

It’s easy when they tell you, you should forget.

It’s easy when they tell you, you’re overreacting.

It’s easy when they tell you, you’re not worth it.

It’s easy when they tell you, life is what you make it.

It’s easy.

It’s easy when you’re the one looking from the outside in.

It’s easy when you’re sleeping peacefully at night, while she’s at home with the demons.

It’s easy when you’re walking around with your head held high and his is hanging low.

It’s easy when you’re laughing while they’re trying to painfully smile.

It’s easy. It’s all so easy when you’re not the one hurting.

Is it easy when you hear about the girl who jumped off the bridge?

Or when the boy slit his veins?

Or when someone across the world made news because they decided they didn’t want to live this life anymore and took their family with them.

Or when you have the guilt in your heart because you know you did it to them.

It’s easy to be the pusher.

It’s easy to let those words slip out your mouth

And it’s easy to stop.

Stop before it becomes harder than you ever imagine. Before the last someone has before they take their last breath, are the words you craved into their brains. Before it’s all over.

It’s easy to be a better person. To even hold our words, because sometimes it’s for the better.

It’s easy to be kind.

Take a deep breath.

It’s all so easy.