Hey you! Yeah,you! The one with the
pill bottle or
loaded pistol in your hand. Can you stop for a second
and think about what you're doing? That bullet will
create a hole in your head and that rope will turn
your face a cold grey.
So whats the problem? Too much work? Parents a pain?
Did you get dumped? Is it really worth losing a great
future over, whatever it may be? Right now you may
think so, but in ten years down the road, when you hold
your first child in your arms, will you feel the same?
I'm not going to sugarcoat it. Your parents may
be total jerks and you might be under too much pressure,
but is it really worth finding out what happens when
you die? If you still want to swallow those pills or
drink that bleach, it doesn't seem like you're
thinking this through enough.
I've been where you are. Life is like a game
show. Sometimes you get a big boat, and sometimes
you only get some crummy car wax. All you can
do is spin the wheel again and hope
for a better prize. And you can't say someone
doesn't love you, because everyone has
someone that loves them. I love you. I love you
will all the love a teenager can have.
So, drop that murderer in you hand, whatever
it is, and know you will be okay.
Things always are.
Love, somebody who cares
-Chicken soup for the teeange soul
letters.
