The following is a stream-of-consciousness coping piece. Parts of it are used in later works.
Getting really tired
of all the dead kids
and of how everyone I know
can relate perfectly.
Make a pyramid of empty tissue boxes
Paint the names of every one we've lost
Use saltwater tinged with blood
out of respect for those who just wanted
a little bit of honesty, a little bit of truth
a little bit of someone who gives a fuck
and says so.
When I know more people who have killed themselves
than car accidents, cancer, and heart attacks put together
When I know more people who died between 13 and 30
than all other ages put together
That's a fucking problem.
This isn't an individual problem
So why are so many suffering alone?
An epidemic of silence
Where are the public health measures?
Today I lost another friend
And although I feel pretty fucking alone
I know you understand
Because it's happened to every one of us.
Does this seem like a fucking problem
to anyone but me?
I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.
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