straight from my heart

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nothing breaks my heart more than seeing young girls with cuts on their wrists. like really, why would you do that to yourself. why would you let the bad people get so close enough to you so they can hurt you. you do not deserve all the bad drama. you deserve happiness and joy.

when i was younger and i saw a cut i cried, i hated blood and now it become all too normal. some people cut because it's a cry for help from the right person, but they never get what they want.. what makes them better.. you can hurt those little girls without even knowing it.

maybe you don't care about them, but i do.. i really do. imagine your daughter sitting at home alone at midnight.. alone with her thoughts and alone with all the words they put inside her mind. she's going crazy, mad.. and you don't even know what the hell is going on with her, cause she never tells.

and what hurts the most is that you never ask. she needs your help, she needs her mother and father to understand that she's hurt, she needs to feel love instead of hate. she's just that little girl and maybe one day.. she can't handle it anymore and that's when you will say: i wish i spoke to her.

you know, it's weird. honestly, my parents know about depression, they know about addiction and they know what pain feels like. but this generation created some harmfull things that they don't know the meaning of. only we do, so we are the only ones that can help another.

what's stopping us? the fact that you don't know if someone is sad or in pain? just ask.. there will come a time that you just take a deep breath throw everything that kills you step by step away, that you will throw away those bracelets and that you will wear t-shirts.

there will come a day that you stick your middle finger in the air and scream fuck those who hurt me. and you will start accepting yourself, with or without scars /  cuts. you will finally learn to stand up for yourself, to breath and you will learn how to fly.

you will become a butterfly. a beautiful one and you will fly above every one. you will smile and actually mean it. you will stop pretending to be happy and for the first time since a long time you will find the person that has loved you the entire time... 'you'

you will love you again..

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