We're polite strangers.
That is my family...

Remembering memories from our sisterly love,
Always laughing and having fun...

Her family notices
she's becoming more withdrawn...

Saying I won't miss you,
Until I am alone...

This poem is meant to be read really fast.Please...
Rado...

She slowly slices her skin
and closes her eyes in bliss...

My hug-able teddy bear
You are my best friend...

I can see you moving closer.
Your right beside me now...

Do you see that girl?
The one with the big smile...

She's sitting on the ground.
The tears are slowly rolling down her damp cheek...

There is currently a battle.
But it is not with guns or knives...

This is the generation that
will think about suicide...