Dear you,
I understand that you are scared of the dark. I know what it feels like to be scared of your own mind. And I'm sorry okay. I want you to know that there's still hope in this earth. The violence against yourself won't help. You should be here. You deserve all the love. You are supposed to experience what everyone else can and you are supposed to live. I need to to live and love yourself. Do this for you. Do this for all the people out there waiting to meet your lovely soul. Do this for your future best friend. The one who is going to get matching tattoos with you. The one who is going to always be there for you. Do this for your family. Do this for me. Please.
I need you to know that you can make it.
The depression never wins.
It will never win.
Don't let it win.
© Zeneisha Smith ••• 2018
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