Murder. Suicide. Depression. Self-Hard. Tears. 
I'm  surrounded.  I  can't  escape.  My   friends'  are  dying,  My  mother i s  dying.  This  is  hell  on  earth.

I  try  to  be  happy.  But  then  I  just  get  put  down.

"How  can  you  be  happy?  Your  friend  just  died."

"How  can  you  be  happy?  Your  mother  has  cancer."

"How  can  you  be  happy?  She  just  attempted  suicide  five  days  ago."

"You're  heartless  for  not  shedding  a  tear  in  public."

"Why  are  you  at  school?  You  should  be  at  home,  mourning."

I'm  sick  of  living  the  life  everyone  seems  to  think  I  should.  I  deserve  to  be  happy.  The  circumstances  are  out  of  my  control.