Some people cut..
Some people cry.
Some people scream.
Some people shout.
They can't control their emotions. They try everything they can to fit in and seem happy and chipper, but everything falls apart. Mistake, after mistake, after mistake. They think suicide..
When some people think suicide, they think physco/crazy people. But you know what suicide really is. Suicide is a portal. A portal to something new. A portal to something that can help only them. You call it selfish or weak. I call it sad. How can someone really push another to the breaking point of death? How is that even possible? How do you even live with your self?
Those people aren't weak, just sad. They need someone there for them. They need a hero. A savior. They need someone to hold them through the night and whispered to that everything will be fine. They need someone to talk them out of those thoughts. They need someone to help them escape and run away.
Do you know how many suicides a year there are? 30,000 just in Americans!
Do you know how many suicide attempts a year there are? 8 to 25 attempts without completion
-1 to 10 young adults/children are diagnosed with health problems within ages 5-16. (That is around 3 children in every class.)
-Between 1 in every 12 and 1 in every 15 children and young adults deliberatly self harm.
-There has been a big increase in the number of young people being admitted to hospital because of self harm. Over the last ten years this figure has increased by 68%
-Nearly 80,000children and young people suffer from severe depression
-Over 8,000 children aged under 10 years old suffer from severe depression
-72% of children in care have behavioural or emotional problems - these are some of the most vulnerable people in our society
Need I continue?
I constantly see depressed kids everywhere, myself included.
Why aren't we doing anything about these poor kids/young adults/adults. It's sad, because it's not only children or young adults, it's our parents. Our grandparents. Our great grandparents. Our cousins. Our neices and nephews. Our own siblings! We judge people based on what they look like. We pretend that we don't care, but we all judge.
You see a girl walk in with boy short hair, in baggy clothes and you automatically think "lesbian." WRONG! She cut her hair in anger. She wears baggy clothes because she hates her body. And all you can do is label and ignore.
A boy comes in with a pink shirt, and cover up on his face. You think, such disgusting words as Queer! WRONG! He is in an abusive home, where he finds his own clothes and uses cover up to cover his bruises. And all you can do is label and ignore.
YOU don't know their story. So why are you judging them? You don't wear their shoes or walk with them through all their pain, so why are you being so quick to judge?
Just take a minute and ask yourself what they ever did to you.. Ask yourself if you've worn their shoes and walked where they walked. Cause only then, are you allowed to judge.
To all of you beautiful people out there that feel unwelcome to our society, to those who feel ashamed of their sexual preferances, to all of you amazing people out there who are looked down upon... say FUCK YOU! And you find your strength! Because life fucking sucks!! People will always judge you're beauty because you aren't as perfect as all those other fucks out there! Because you are you! and because people are assholes!!!
Never attempt to end your life no matter how bad.. No matter who you have or who you don't have.. and NEVER give up! Because god put you here for a reason! You may be pelted with rocks and bumps here and there, but I promise you, there is a better life out there for you! DON'T give up hope. Because you are soo beautiful! Don't give up little soldier. You have a future, and it's shining for you! Never be afraid to send a message to me via wattpad. and NEVER, EVER, EVER think your life is any less than anyone elses.
Thats all I have to say. <3 Stay strong.
