Bullying Depression School Kids

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I wasn't prepared. I guess I was blissfully unaware of everything you never said. "Mommy, I don't want to live", the shot to my chest, and then the awful words  upon that little IPod screen.
I finally turned red with rage, green with envy, and blue with depression. For, why can't I just turn happy? Simply fill me with the purple smile of a dancing clown. Let me not frown,
I feel powerless in the face of his pain My baby brother brought down to his knees Tears running down his face But he wears a mask of stone Trying to be the strong man He’s too young to think he has to be
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