I guess to you I'm part of the old guard.
You know the one that just doesn't understand.
I don't understand why you cut yourself,
Why at your age your life is in the furnace of hell.
I don't understand why you insist on loving those who will never love you back.
I don't understand why you care about what some popular kid thinks about you.
I'm sorry you can't find a form of expession that helps you take a calming breath.
Most of us have thought suicide, We've lost too many friends like that.
I wish I could lift you above your grief,
Show you that even after the burns and the blood life does go on.
I wish I could make you understand that life does go on.
True strength comes from taking another breath, from taking another hard step.
Strength comes from inside. From your true belief.
Don't waste your talent hating your life.
Life is too short to worry about the pain and strife.
Live it, love it for what it is. Laugh at it for what its not.
Understand it is what you make of it.