Impulse/MSN article

Article: Do Children Commit Suicide by Christopher Beam
Book: Impulse by Ellen Hopkins

Article is about young kids and suicide, book is about three teens who are in a mental home after trying to kill themselves.

I want to give anyone reading this a fair warning. I'm not going to write a paragraph about the article and book instead I'm putting in a poem (it's a long poem) that I wrote one or two years ago. And I also know it's 'emo' poetry. Really, I'm just smart like that. Anyway it's pretty depressing/dark but I think it's worth reading if you have an open mind. Done rambling now.

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Look at yourself and tell the monster you see in your reflection
Tell it just what you feel
I can promise you it won't careIt won't ever disagree with you
Silence only reassuring the lies or truths

But when you die it won't matter
When you commit your last act of final treachery
The empty person you see in the mirror won't be the one to save you

The revolting creature you see in that glass
Made by only you, or that's what they say at your grave
Death wasn't chosen by you

They loaded your gun

Don't deny it
You pulled the trigger
But if they wouldn't have started it
Wouldn't have made that passage so tempting
There wouldn't have been that reason to find the gun

You wouldn't have given it a second thought
Maybe never even seen the truth in the mirror

Never even met the monster known as lies

Don't take the blame on yourself, there's plenty to go around
After all they killed you inside
Why shouldn't you have been the one to do on the outside as well?

Kids remember you as a coward
Too afraid to stand up and live
Some remember you as that one no one ever cared to save

But you gave yourself the final mercy
A silent act more brave then you know
You took the plunge unknowing of what you would find
And now you're safe, mercy pays off nicely
So sleep and don't wake up
Don't listen to the tempting voices, those pleads to stay alive
They don't want you back...

Stay with me
And I'll keep you safe.
Don't go that way

Don't listen to them
Pull away from the drum beat and let it fad away

Don't hope for change
It won't get better I promise...

And still you walk away
There's nothing I can say is there?

No warning or promise
That'll make you change your mind?

I see.

If that's the way you feel
I release you
But we will meet again, we always do.
For now I wish you well

Strange.
Always one in a few victims
Who refuse to go
They see some truth before they're too far gone and choose to risk it

I hope the ones that don't stay
Find what life never gave them before
And I hope next time I see them, I will see them with their lives not ended by their own doing

I wish I'll be able to speak the truth instead of lies
To convince them that here is where they belong, now that they know what the monster truly is
I want them to see themselves through different eyes

All of this and more before they receive...
Their one last lullaby