slameforsuicideawarenessandprevention
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I once sat there in my middle school classroom
Balling my eyes out, feeling so lost and broken
My friends told me to pull myself together
That everything was going to be okay
The universe is unkind
The cruel judge of our lives and fates
Theyre everywhere in our lives
We cannot get past their gates
We think that everything is fine
All is good and all is calm
red
yellow
green
your eyes stare into the blinking lights
your grip on the wheel paints your knuckles white
and though tears stain your cheeks and blur your vision
