Stop judging me.
Hidden behind your screens.
You write I should die.
You type I shouldn't have been born.
Yet,
I tell people they belong.
I tell people they matter.
I tell people they are meant to live!
And yet I don't matter?!
And why would that be?
Because I care?
Because I try to help?
Because I love unconditionally,
And you don't?
I may be hurt more,
And I may see more pain than you do,
But that only means,
I can survive against you.
Stop trying.
It won't work.
If you want me dead,
Get your gun,
and find my head.
And fucking kill me already,
Because I won't do it just yet.
People still deserve to know they matter.
And I don't care if you hate me,
Or if they hate me,
Everyone fucking matters,
Even you,
With your hate and your words,
sharp as knives.
But why can't you help,
Instead of hurt?
Everything would be so much better.
Just...
Stop judging us.
All of us.
-Me, 7/27
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