All these beautiful teens, so freaking young, committed suicide or died somehow.
I cry, for these teens I never knew.
I get on my knees for these teens I never knew.
I hope their okay, wherever they are.
I hope their safe wherever they are.
I hope their happy wherever they are.
They can sail the seas now.
Venture where they never dared to venture.
Fly higher than gravities limitations.
These beautiful teens, so freaking young, committed suicide or died somehow.
I didn’t know them, but I hear their story.
And I wish that whatever happened to them, didn’t.
I hope their okay now, happy, safe.
They are the little rain drops pattering the ground.
They are the little whisperings that tell us what we need to hear.
They are there, here, everywhere.
All these beautiful teens, all over the world, have committed suicide or died somehow.
I send thoughts and love, I didn’t know them.
I don’t have to.
Please, it’s not the only way to stop it for those considering the suicide option.
I am thirteen years old, and these people I mention are much older.
But wherever they are, whoever they are, Rest In Peace.
