Ranting for the kids

Has it become public gossip when people self-harm?
"Sell it to the press for a dollar a pop."
Who changed the rules? Once suicide was scary.
"Most people have attempted suicide." 
A few cuts to the wrists, a few scars to the arms and that's okay - is it? 
Somedays...other days you take a few paracetamol to kill

the non-existant 'migrane' and wash it down with a bottle of wine
since the baby won't stop crying. So much for sex ed' for twelve year olds.
So why waste time writing poetry,
if you don't feel it?
And why do we need to witness the same "dear departed" headstones again,
and again, and again?

It's not "departed", it's just life. That is as boring as flicking
a kettle on for a pot of tea. Two sugars? Milk? 
You're emo, I'm emo, they're emo, he's bloody emo. Everyone's 'emo'
and this is the term you call an insult. Yet, woe is you, you've had 

some terrible trials throughout your short life and that insult is a name you
use to group yourselves.
Kid, look in the mirror, you're not a baby goat - you're a young adult.
Take the razor facade down and write something
real, the reason the 'emo' idea ever entered your head. Mummy, Daddy, God,

I know I have a thousand reasons but it's not worth wasting the readers time
on another 'I-love-the-way-the-blood-looks-on-my-rusty-spoon.'
So, stop wasting your time
reading this and get back to class... kid...
because I know what it's like, because I've been there, because it's going to be okay.

As "Sky" says - 'Believe in better.' Chin up, chuck - kettle's boiled.