smexypringle

She sat alone,
          alone and at home,
          where her screams were silent,
          but her mind was violent.
          Her insecurities hid deep inside,
          and they did indeed eat her alive.
          A tear rolled down her face,
          as her heart began to race.
          She took her blade and tore her skin,
          where her depression lied deep within.
          This went on for days, months, years,
          and until she cried her very last tears.
          She decided that she had enough,
          the world around her was much too tough.
          She took a gun to her head.
          Congratulations society,
          she is dead.

You see that girl? She looks so happy,                                                           
                                                     right? Telling jokes, smiling, having a         
                                                 great time and... Dying inside. Shes hurt.          
                                                    And tired. Tired of all the drama, tired               
                                                    of not being good enough, tired of life.              
                                                    But she doesn't want to look dramatic,             
                                                 weak and attention seeking. So she keeps               
                                                           it all inside. Acts like everythings                               
                                                    perfect but cries at night. So everybody                       
                                                       thinks that shes the happiest person                      
                                                      they know. That she has no problems                        
                                                    and her life is perfect. If only they knew                   
                                                                                 the truth...

A note to anyone
                                                                    Who needs to hear it:
                                                                   We don’t “get over” or
                                                                     “move on” from our
                                                                          trauma. We are
                                                                    forced to make space
                                                                         for it. We carry it.
                                                                      We learn to live with
                                                                    it. And, sometimes we
                                                                        thrive in spite of it.
                                                                              - Unknown