All Too Soon (A Slam Poem by Andrew Nuno)


(sound of the night and dogs barking)
I stand here today to speak for a girl. I stand here today to speak for a boy. A boy
and a girl whose lives are over. Done. Complete. All. Too. Soon. The boy was going to be a world class surgeon,
helping out in all corners of the earth. His brain is unique, his methods new. Could do
more than 10 doctors could do. He finds cures like a hobby, saves lives for a day job. What
an irony it is to save lives when he couldn’t save his own. He was a kid into his books,
one that rarely spoke. Apparently that was an excuse to make him a joke. To push down
his books and beat him down, because beating him up would’ve meant he had a chance at happiness
in that town. One day, he had enough. And as he breathed his last following the gunshot,
with him went all those souls he would’ve saved. All gone. All. Too. Soon. The girl was to be an inspiration. Her music
the soundtrack to life, her story a lifesaver. Proof that one could rise above the taunts,
the names. Of stupid, slut, idiot and lame. Of outsider, outcast, abnormal, weird. Every
single day of school she feared. But why? Because somewhere deep down, she knew she
was different. And she hated herself for it. She was ashamed of who she was. That in a
world filled of puzzle pieces, she was the one that never fit. The one flame that never
lit. The one uppercut that never hit. Little did she know the bright path that lied out
before her. A future where the humbleness from her childhood and the talent from her
teenage years combined into a superstar. Of course, its hard to see it when trees of discouragement
hide the pathway. When storms of sadness surround her sunny days. And when it took to the internet,
that was when it really sunk in. To read those words on the screen, written in permanent
internet ink. Kill yourself. Nobody likes you. You are useless. What is a girl to do
at that point? With two parents that work two jobs, two brothers of which she was robbed,
no friends with which to stand tall. No reason to stand but every reason to fall. And fall
she did. And fall she did. One cold December evening, that was it. She was done. All. Too.
Soon. Unfortunately, it doesn’t stop there. These
stories are just two of thousands untold. Of nurses, lawmen, firefighters, innovators.
Several more who fell at the hands of haters. Haters who knew half the struggle, half the
tale. Nonetheless telling people that their lives they have failed. Destroying the ground
beneath their feet, taking away the air with which to breath. Making life a constant battle
of living, ignoring the haters and to continue on being. They fight it, they wrestle it,
the fact that maybe life isn’t worth living. This idea grabs onto their mind like a virus.
That there is no escaping the isolation, the loneliness. This concept beats them to a pulp
within. They know that sticks and stones may break their bones, but words break something
ever more fragile. Words break the soul. And yeah they may never remember the exact words
that were said, but they’ll always remember the feeling. That’s the feeling they’ll take
to their grave, the grotesque feeling that someone made. Of dislike, cruelty, bullying
and hate. So how does one take a stand? To learn to
get the courage to fight and demand? To speak for themselves and with bullies do battle,
to take control of their lives and get back on the saddle. It all starts with an idea.
One. Simple. Idea. The same mind that once gave them incriminating thoughts can now do
them good, to turn their minds to other thoughts as they should. For the world is amassed with
7 billion souls, why should one or a few decide that their lives are dull? A thought can be
the difference between life and death. To either embrace or defeat the threat. So listen
here, soldiers, you’re about to bid war. You’re about to do things you’ve never done before.
Say hi to the new kid, greet the outcast. Form friendships or memories that’ll ever
last. Because you never know when that one phrase or one word will stop them from unexpectedly
meeting our Lord. Which is why it starts with us and only us, for to save their lives is
a must. Otherwise we risk hearing the tales forever and ever told, of children and teens
never growing old. All because they decided to use a permanent solution to a temporary
problem, and perish. All. Too. Soon. (music playing)

14 thoughts on “All Too Soon (A Slam Poem by Andrew Nuno)

  1. Amazing job on this video.  Thanks for  reaching out to us on Twitter. We talk to many at TheHopeLine that can relate to this video. May it reach the many broken souls looking for hope!

  2. You boys did an incredible job on this. Congratulations! Sadly, we need these messages. I can only hope they reach the right people, at the right times. I'm so proud of you both for committing your time and talent to a worthy cause.

  3. for all those out there one thing is needed all to soon .. a Hug a word of friendship never comes .. All too Soon

  4. My brother committed suicide in July of last year. I've survived three suicide attempts as well and I can tell you that it does get better.

  5. “Words Break Souls”… I had a friend I met online almost 6 years ago. We were close very close… we developed a bond of friendship, of love and care …almost like family. We shared our daily happenings… happy and sad..our struggles. I knew about his family, he knew about mine. Both of us in a way were broken inside, but he wasn’t as fortunate as I was, I had people around me to share when I needed to. For he showed himself to be strong, he was a very intelligent and practical guy. He would help me see situations from a different angle and I needed him in my life. He left me a message and disappeared. The moment I read that message, I feared the worst… I tried to call him, write to him, tried to reach his friends from his country. Finally, a few days ago I asked someone to look into this person’s details. And my worst fear came true… she found an article on a guy with a similar name and as she read the article to me… things connected, flying to a place which was his hometown from the city where he worked…everything connected. There was a spelling difference in his name, on which I wished hard for it to be a different person. But it was too late…the article was on a guy who had taken his life almost 3months ago. And it seems that he had sent me a message and had taken his life the next morning… I had never met this person… but I knew no matter how strong and intelligent he was… in his life all he needed were some warm comforting words and a hug. I feel so sad thinking about how he must’ve been so broken, to the point that he had to hurt himself. I’ll miss him..he was like a little brother to me… the kind of little brother who scolds his older sister when she thinks and acts irrationally… my love for him will never die..and I feel I will never be okay. I love you Ray… I miss you.

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