I cry at the thought

of that devilish word:

Suicide.

It takes over the minds

of innocent children.

Yes, children.

They are bullied and

harassed

everyday of their lives

I don’t blame them, but

there’s a better way.

A better way instead

of the scars embroidered in your wrists

or

the dark clouds

swarming your brain.

There’s always a better way

to escape it.

There’s always a way out

of a, seeming like, never-

ending maze.

There’s always a way out of

a cage.

There’s always a way out of

a trap.

It might take time or not as much,

but remember

there is always a way out of this.

There is always a way to escape

everything and everyone.

There is always

a way.