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