Reasons.

Bullying affects soo many people, and some, the way to deal with it is suicide. Some people are brought up in a household where there aren’t happy gatherings, where there is domestic violence, to the woman, and the children are abused, bashed. Some people are lonely. Have no freinds, family, attention. Where the view from their eyes are empty. There are people who are sexual assaulted, raped. Where they are used for sex and torture. There are people who get kidnapped, lets say, kept by a pedo for many years. Where they are tortured with rape, bad living, and are alone with fear. There are people who have been affected by war, who have seen the worst, the pain, the blood. There are people in poor countries, who have to go through so much, in a society of so little. Where family and friends are their only gift. There are people suffering with health problems, mental or physical. Where they cope with so much from something that has been caused by something so simple, from the core of theirselves. There are people who have had the loves of their lives but had to let them go, to feel worthless again. And there are people who are happy. People who experience what none of the above could trully see. Some happy people feed on others pain. The happy people who torture others so they can be happy. But some happy people, are helpers. People who help people with what they don’t have. Helping is what makes real happiness, torturing is what makes fake happiness. The world can have it’s bad and good people, and then there are the people who are on the outside, the sufferers. The people who are innocent but deal with soo muh pain. The pain is from the bad people, and then the good people help them get back on their feet again.

The world is a reflection of every single person on this planet. The world has its negatives and positives, and people have their negatives and positives. Some people are sad, for reasons. But there are those odd few who don’t really have one. I don’t. I have no stength though. One of friends used to suffer bad depression because she was bullied quite bad and was raped. But now, she is a gleaming sunshine. And when people put her down, she just comes right back up again. I’m always so.. proud of her i guess. She’s so strong. My bestfriend is abused by her mother. Her house seems nice and her mother seems nice, but she always tells me that her mother hits her and tells her she’s not worth it. I have always worried about her, that maybe one day she’ll committ suicide. But, she is the most bubbly, crazy person i know and is always happy. And then my 3rd friend, last friend, well.. she never cries. She’s a pretty happy lass. She used to bully me but now that i don’t talk, she supports me more. It never caught to me that they all are so strong and i’m so weak, but i’ve come to realise it. I’m the sad one of the pack. But some, are just stronger than others. Some can cope, some can’t. And i think it comes to a point when people aren’t able to realise the golden moments of life. When they kill themselves. I remember i never knew what suicide meant, and when i was told, i though it was so weird that people would do it. But now, i trully know why people would do it. To escape the pain and suffering. But, there should always be more of a reason to live. Cause living is gift.

Sorry it’s so long -.-

Gumpy