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I always told my girls that actions speak louder than words… this is the one time I wish they hadn’t listened.
Ask Ms Mandi
Copyright: May 23, 2017
4 AM
I am stuck in a dream
I don’t want to leave so I refuse to scream
I tripped and fell into a new life
Screaming cause someone has a knife
Don’t fret, just your imagination
You’ve made a fabulous creation
The grass grows long so you lay
Wishing you would fade away
You don’t want to weep
So you wish and pray
That you won’t wake up the next day
I am stuck in a dream
jcw
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ALEXANDER
JCW
2/20/16
FOR HER BEST FRIEND…SHE QUOTES, “I MISS YOU!”
His days were as low
as the bottom of the sea
Depressed, that’s that.
His words were unemotional,
unexpressive, unhappy
Not in his right mind.
His smile was weak,
skin pale like snow,
shaggy hair fallen in his face.
Couldn’t get out of bed,
not even to shower,
not even to eat.
That’s when I realized,
it wasn’t just a bad day he had-
it was never ending.
I guess I could say his days caught up to him,
cause now I’m reading the note he left me
saying “goodbye.”
Rest in Peace
Alexander
13 yrs
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Excerpt from Manuscript – Julian’s Voice
“Chris, don’t you dare hang up on me! Are you there? Damn it, he hung up…”
“No, I’m still here.”
“What are you going to do? Are you going to tell your mom?” She asked.
“Of course not. She will freak.”
“But, how are you going to hide it? Don’t you know that you’re not supposed to cut where anyone can see…especially not on your arms.”
“I know, I’ll just wear sweatshirts to school.” Chris replied.
“But, Chris…it’s over a hundred degrees all week. That will be obvious.”
“I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
“Why did you do it?” Why did you start cutting again? It’s been almost a year that you’ve been clean.”
“I don’t know…I just get so depressed some days. It’s the only way I feel that I am still alive…I feel so dead inside, you know what I mean?”
She did know what he meant, sadly to say, she did.
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Copyright April 20, 2017
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HOPE
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You’re not alone in this life’s journey.
http://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/
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Copyright March 2017
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LITTLE REMINDERS
I’m driving home from a weekend in the Eastern Sierra Mountains. A place that has always brought me peace; except for recently, the peace has been replaced with the deepest sadness and despair.
Am I crying as I drive through the winding hills and valleys? I must be, although I don’t seem to notice much anymore, considering this an everyday occurrence.
Hopelessness washes over me as I fiddle with the iPod left behind, but has somehow become my security blanket into her mind.
Randomly the song changes from the Eagles to Blink 182, one of her favorite bands. It’s a song I have not heard, called Not Now. I intently listen to the lyrics… instantly mesmerized by them.
The song calls out to me…”God has a plan for you”
“I will be waiting”
“I wish I could give you one last kiss”
As the tears stream down my face, I look up to the mountains, covered with powdery, white snow and see a cross. As clear as day… a cross in the mountain formed from the melting snow.
At that moment a sense of comfort washes over me…she is always here with me and waiting for the day I will see her again.
Written By: Ask Ms Mandi
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Copyright March 30, 2017
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It was late. The sun had disappeared hours ago, casting a light glow from the moonlight, across the alley.
She wasn’t scared, but she was feeling the first signs of doubting herself. She knew better than being out in the night late and alone. Her mother had taught her the dangers of the city over and over again…so why was she not listening, especially now.
Because she had a gentle soul… a caring soul… she trusted people. She hated when her mother looked down on people, always judging them. Why was she always judging? After all, people were good… weren’t they?
Perhaps this was true or maybe it’s just from the mind of a thirteen year old girl.
Lost in her own thoughts, she didn’t hear the footsteps sneaking up behind her. Seconds before, she had decided to turn around and go home… consumed with her mother’s voice in her head.
“Hello.”
But it was too late. He stood there, in front of her, staring down at her, as if she were his prey.
All the blood drained from her face, as her breath caught in her throat.
“Shit!” Was all she could think to say.
Written By: Ask Ms Mandi
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August 20, 2016
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