Caroline Flack

My heart is hurting (reposted by me)

Heavy in my chest

When I think of how the world is now

So many feel depressed

It's an open battle ground

So many people dont hold back

And the turning point I think we need

Began with Caroline Flack.

Not one of us can say

That we have never made mistakes

And been given many chances

To repair what sometimes breaks

But the media is cold and cruel

And they cast their lies to sheep...

Where the trolls and keyboard warriors

Dont find it hard to sleep.

But we do.

The hurting, broken, damaged ones

Our minds; our enemy

Pulled apart, condemned and damned

To the point of misery.

It's a never ending battle that goes on inside the mind

And theres no escape or anywhere to run where you can hide.

How many cry for help? A lot.

But most out there dont care

They post fake ass, bullshit,

statuses pretending that they're there

Then its RIP, how sad, so shocked

Hypocrisy so rife...

That it drives the weakest of this world

To need to end their life.

What pain could be compared to that?

How dare you call it weak..

Personal experience is what makes me stand and speak

Cos I cant drive home enough the fact that WORDS CAN CUT LIKE KNIVES, think, it's real, in life, be kind...

Harsh words are ENDING LIVES.

All copy rights to this poem belong to my Daughter Sonya Hurst