Every night you cry, you cry yourself to sleep. You try not to think about how bad you think your life is. You see yourself as an ugly, fat person. You don’t understand how beautiful you really are. You dream of death because it seems better than living the life you have now. You have scars on your wrists from where you took a blade into your skin. You look at your scars and hate every single one of them. You cry over them, but still cut through them again. As the blood is running down your arm you think, “How can anyone like me? I’m just a worthless piece of junk.” You can’t stop it. No matter what people tell you, you just can’t stop. There’s always that one person though, that can help, they don’t know you’re suffering, they don’t realize each time they look at you, your heart stops. But then you remember you will never be with that person because they won’t accept you. You’ve never tried to talk to that person, because you go speechless. But everyone tells you that they are better than you. You get pushed around a lot and you feel your life is empty. You don’t realize that there are people who want to help you and love you. You don’t realize or see the bright side because you’re too focused on the bad. You feel no one will help you, car about you, or love you. You don’t realize you’re wrong.
You go to bed hungry, almost every night. You’re starving; you just want something to eat. You look in the mirror and see fat. You change your mind about eating. Pictures you see of how people are “supposed “to look keep coming to your mind and you think you will never be as skinny. You lose a little more each day not thinking of anything. You post your pictures hoping for some encouragement, all you get is hatred towards your body you thought was skinny enough. People tell you that you’re ugly. You think it’s because you’re fat, it’s really because all they see is bones. You’re still hungry; they don’t realize how hungry and what fight you’re putting up with. You still want to starve because you want to beautiful! You don’t realize that YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!
You cry yourself to sleep every night. You have supplies to kill yourself hidden around your room. You haven’t told anyone your thoughts; you want to fit in to be an outcast. The thought of death sounds peaceful! You hear stories of people dying all the time and just wish you were them. You have attempted it once or twice, but you always can’t seem to finish yourself off. The account where you post your quotes is not helping. It’s your venting page, but everyone laughs and tells you to just die already. They don’t understand that you have already tried. Your friends at school don’t know whatyou’re thinking. You lie to your best friend every day laughing and smiling. But secretly you’re crying. You’re dying a little more each day as the sadness just eats you inside. You wonder what to do.
You don’t understand why people cut, starve, think about suicide, or cry every night. You see your crush and think, “So what if they don’t like me, I’m much better anyway.” You haven’t seen the pictures people have posted, and if you have you think they’re attention seeking people. They already don’t have attention at least you should do is give them yours and show them you care. You don’t go looking at the pictures of people who need help, because you feel sorry. Yet, there's something inside you saying they want to take advantage of you. I remember the first time I looked up anorexia. I cried. I didn’t know ana was a nickname for anorexia. I thought it was a girl’s name, until I saw the pictures. I realized how much people need help, there’s people everywhere looking for some way to get people down. Commenting on people’s pictures telling them what they’re doing is ugly, worthless, laughing, not caring, telling them they should just die. People make me sick. I want them to know that they need just as much help as the people who are cutting or starving, if not more. This won’t ever stop. Sin has taken over. There will always be that one person who will make your life a mess. Just stand up tall and show them that you’re strong.
As you’re dying, starving, cutting, crying, and many more. I’m praying for you. I’m trying to figure out a way to save you from death. You were put on the earth for a reason. I don’t think the reason is to die. The one reading this? Yes you! I’m here! You’re beautiful and you’re worth everything! And you! The one doing nothing. The one just laughing at others or doing nothing to help them. What’s wrong with you? Can’t you see the people fake smiling every day? I do. I see the mask they’re wearing. I see you doing absolutely nothing.
