We have all been there. Some of us are still there, and some of us just got there. But all of us have felt it, all the same.
That beautiful, rich, blonde girl who makes fun of people daily has felt it. The dumb jock who shoved you in lockers has felt it.
All of us are ticking time bombs made of suicide and rage.
The kids who dress in all black, and listen ot metal all day, have felt it.
The “nerds” in your school, work, and town have felt it.
All rose’s, even the most beautiful, most seemingly flawless, have and had their thorns.
With suicide cry’s, sleepless nights, and gloomy tides. We may be different, but have all felt the same inside.
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Your words speak true… for we have all felt that same intense feeling inside… those dark cold nights… those lost hopeless feelings they come and they go for me. I know I am not alone.
I can see a deep philosophical thought behind this. We are! We are humans after all. And like roses, some are beautiful yet deadly. Roses flourish and wither, within the time’s flow.