To Who It May Concern

To who it may concern...

did you know that there's a boy on the corner of your street?

He's freezing, now frozen, and getting even colder feet.

Shoeless, hopeless, homeless, and just plain beat,

he's struggling to find a life where he could possibly meet

with any sort of happiness, joy, or a hopeful treat.

He walks down the road, a stretch of deserted concrete.

Stops by the bus station, looking a little bit offbeat.

Stands for a few seconds, about to hastily retreat

into the alley behind him, where he got the receipt

for a bag-full of drugs, trying to fill the incomplete

hole in his heart, but he cannot find a seat

on the bus line to happiness. He just takes a repeat

of the dosage his drug dealer daily prescribes.

Snorts, pops, or shoots it; he just wants the vibes.

Doesn't care how he gets it; he cannot describe

all the feelings he gets when it gets in his inside.

Truth be told, he would rather retreat and reside

in the darkness of the alley, where he mostly hides.

and spends everyday he lives. He often guides

his emotions on a bus line, directly towards

the place where every window is covered with boards.

It was there that he once was cut with cords,

and found out that drugs are his lord of lords.

To who it may concern...

She hides behind a mask of makeup,

spends every morning getting caked up.

Hates to be in the night waked up

by the noises in her head that quaked up.

Like an earthquake, they rattle her mind and bind

her in an unbreakable bond confined. 

There is no way out of her disaster plan,

no friends to help, no crucial man

to help her live, and help her thrive.

Instead they watch as in pain she dives.

She cries herself to sleep everyday,

wishing that there some crazy way

to restart her life, or just end it there.

Instead she goes and fixes her hair,

wishing she was beautiful, pretty and wanted.

Instead she looks in the mirror and sees a haunted

girl with a sad face just trying to do her best

in a world that refuses to give her a bit of rest.

All around her, the media is stressing big breasts,

saying the bigger the better, if you don't have it you're depressed.

Looking in the mirror, she just cannot hope to see

that she is one of the most beautiful girls of any degree.

Tears running down her face mixed with some mascara,

eye shadow clouding her vision in the common era.

Finger on the trigger, gun pointed at her brain,

pressed against the prettiest face, to kill would be insane.

She doesn't want to do it, but she wants to because the burn

is getting overwhelming, so to who it may concern,

what can we do to stop such a catastrophe?

What are we going to do to end it? And lastly:

What would you feel if you knew the girl, beautiful as can be,

and you knew that she took her life, never again for you to see?

Author's Note

That one person, who keeps it a secret, and who we tease everyday, jokingly, sure, but still driving them insane and pushing them to the breaking point, until they pull that trigger, make that jump, tighten that noose, slice with that knife, and ultimately end that life...who's fault is it? The person who holds the gun isn't always the person who pulls the trigger.

Reviews

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It is said, that the world is easier for the people who are born attractive.. but it is not always the case. everyone has their own burdens to bare.. your description of these two individuals is very accurate and to the point. there should be zero tolerance for the bulling kind of behaviors.

[Not here]

thanks for that :) i definitely agree

[FlatLineBeauty]

This just speaks volumes to me. I'm able to relate in some way to each the boy and girl. This is by far my favorite. It's very eye opening. I hope many people read this and get the picture. Xo karma

[Not here]

thanks again :)

[KittyKatgirl]

That is so true. My life is similar I get bullied at school even my friends make fun of me sometimes. They do it as a joke but they don't truly know how it can effect someone.

[Not here]

yeah i agree. thanks for reviewing

[pikachulover]

Yeah, truly said. "The person who holds the gun isn't always the person who pulls the trigger.". Totally agreed! The boy reminded me of poor Oliver :P I hate bullying, every one is beautiful and I admit it, but sometimes, people depress others so much that they feel, like committing suicide is the only option left. This is a wonderful and inspiring piece. Good one!

[Not here]

thank you :) glad you liked it

[flickering candle]

insightful and beautiful david :)

[Not here]

thank you :) im glad you liked it

[Ilerah]

Nice, well written. I enjoyed reading it David, well done.

[Not here]

thanks :) im glad you liked it

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This really did touch me...this was written so beautifully. I am actually tearing up at this point. So many people think it's the only way out when it isn't. Words hurt and still people are out there really hurting others phyiscally nd mentally. This also touched me because there have been points in my life when I have wanted to pull the trigger. Or just cut my vein open and bleed out or just drown. Then I got to thinking why should I make the people that love me suffer? People picking on others and making others feel crapy about themselves really needs to stop. Thank you for sharing this piece.

[Not here]

thank you for reading and sharing your story :) i hope you never have to be in that state if mind again

[Angie Diane♥♥]

You are very welcome.
Thank you as well, hun.

[JayceeC]

Dave you di a great job with the characterization in these. Your rhyme makes this almost beat poetry where the pulse of the words accents the imagery and emotion. Nice write once again. Jan

[Not here]

thank you jan :)