you see this right? you think no one would care if you died? no one would notice. Well you’re wrong. I would. and so would so many other people. The girls in your school who didn’t always acknowledge you? they’ll blame themselves. The boy or girl that rejected you? they’ll blame themselves. Everyone will go around saying what a beautiful person you were and how they didn’t see the signs, when really, everyone saw the signs. I promise you, people think you’re beautiful, someone loves you. People are afraid to admit defeat about their feelings. Somebody wants you, somebody needs you. Your mom, your dad, your grandma, your sister, your brother, your best friend? they need you. For all you know, you could be their rock, without you, they might just die. You affect everyone around you, your actions, the things you do. Your smile, might just make someone elses day. Your laugh, might be music to someones ears. So please, listen to me. Put down the pills. Put down the gun. Put down the rope. Put down the razor. You’re strong, you’re beautiful and I believe in you.

When I see this, I feel like it’s true and then I think to myself, my dad? the one that I don’t even speak to anymore, the best friend? which one? the one that hates me? the people who don’t acknowledge me, they still wouldn’t, and the people that rejected me, I would think that they’re happier because they finally got  what they wanted. Everyone one says that it gets better, well where’s this “better” and when is it coming? Yea, things got better for me in some parts of life, but while they got better others got worse. I think that the only people who would blame themselves would be the people that truly love you, the ones that pity themselves, and the ones who truly hurt you and know they hurt you, but still did it because it brought them a form of entertainment. I know this might be true for some but not for all.