THE DISCOVERY

   A BOY skips up the hills

   the mist lifts his spirit 
   he eagerly runs toward the top
   one tree stands at this point
   looking down on the hill
   and all its activities

   as he approaches he smells
   the refreshing smell of morning
   But as he continues the smell turns sour
   something is wrong
   he gets to the top of the hill
   and looks down

   fifty feet away
   a man is lying his heart rushes
   what is happening?
   his sacred spot is destroyed why does he lie so?
   he starts to run, what is that smell?
   what is happening? what is going on?

   he approaches,
   the picture becomes clear
   a man, a young man, lays lifeless
   never to see the light again
   the wine of his life still wet upon his ear

   a few feet away lies a gun, 
   a rose, and a note

   he opens the note, afraid to see its contents

   To all who are concerned:
   You may not understand, but to me it is clear.
   From you side everything is fun and games, from my side
   it is not. Too many times I have looked for a future, too 
   many times I have come up short. Death is the only 
   closure I can find in this world, for it is better than life.
   I ask you one question: What is this life for?
   But, it is too late now, for I will never know.


   A MAN trudges down through the hills




an addition :

   the problem with this world is that whenever someone goes crazy or insane,
   they are labled "insane". At which point nobody seems to want to talk to
   them, so they become more crazy, and are sent to an insane asylum. At which
   point the circle is completed and their life is ruined. If someone had helped
   at the begining why they began to go insane then this could be prevented.So
   I ask you who do you think is insane? Someone who has seen more than one
side
   of life and has his/her own opinions. Or someone who goes along with the
   crowd, thinks inside the box. Someone who is "normal." And I ask you is
   "normal" a good way to live? And I ask you does thinking and acting slightly
   different make you an "alien" or "insane"? And I ask you, if everyone was
   the same and "normal" how would you tell the difference between people?
Yet,
   at the same time breaking out of the shell, the stereotype, makes you an
   outsider. Why? Were did we learn this behavior?


Another note: 
   Did you know that suicide is a cry for attention?

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