Leave the Self Harm behind

Were not alone...

Some of us have been called fat, skinny, ugly and other names. The one who have been called names have already committed suicide or are cutting their wrist or doing self harm.

The bullying. Some of us are bullies and likes to pick on someone. But if you do pick on someone ask yourself why. Because you want to fill up a whole that you have inside. You want to have that attention others have. You like to pick on someone because you feel happy. But what happens to the victim. She/He cries everytime you pick on him/her. She/He self harms because you bully him/her. She/He has suicidal thoughts and you keep forcing and giving him/her more thoughts. She/He dies and you didn't even care.

Some of us are feeling alone. Well guess what we're not alone. We have someone who gives us a hand when we have fallen. We have that someone that always have a free shoulder to cry on. We have that someone who gives us a hug and tells us
"I'm here for you. And always."

Have in mind that we have that someone who cares and others that don't. The people who don't care. Don't think about self harm. Think of the consequences and what'll happen to you. Think positive and not negative.

Here's a poem for you guys.

"Roses are red, violets are blue. Sugar is sweet and perhaps so are you. But the roses have wilted, the violets are dead. The sugar bowl's empty, your wrist are stained red. The sun isn't shining, the sky isn't clear; there's no silver lining cause your no longer here. Rain keeps pouring, there's no end in sight. You're laying there frozen, so far from the light. Your beauty's unreal, your smile the sun. But time can't be turned nor your actions undone. The words that you wrote that I only read, "I love you so much, please don't cry when I'm dead." A bond that we formed, a love that ran deep. A pain that we shared, a friend I could keep. I wanted to hold you, wipe the tears form in your eyes. Been there the moment you said your goodbyes. I want to forget but most times I don't. I want to let go, but I know that I won't. Tears on my face, memories burned in my head. The roses have wilted, the violets are dead."

We are not the first. And we are not the last. Other people have some issues and problems too.

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Next chapter will be updated soon.
To be continued...
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