Random Writing:A Collection

Be Open

She was so beautiful. Like the rays of sun on an ocean. Like the city lights on a rainy day. Like the snow covered mountain tops. But that's not how she saw herself. She saw herself as the darkness, as the dirty, the negative. She was negative. Her mind was negative. Always thinking these horrible things. Of course she didn't tell anyone for she didn't want to bother them with her problems. So she let these horrible thoughts eat away at her, tear her apart. Everyone around her saw her fake smiles and forced laughs and assumed that they were true. Nobody notice that she was breaking inside. Constantly being told that she's worthless, stupid, ugly. Being told by herself that's she's imperfect.
       He was beautiful. Like autumn leaves falling to the ground. Like freshly fallen snow on pine trees. Like the sweet smell of spring. But he saw himself as the outcast, as the one nobody liked, the one that was so hideous nobody wanted to be around him. He stayed away from everyone. Avoided contact with as many people as he could. He didn't eat for he was unhappy with the way he looked. He took a blade to his skin when nobody was around to watch. He cried himself to sleep when nobody could hear. He was always being called these terrible names. Fat. Monster. Freak. He started to believe them. Nobody understood that he saw himself as the imperfect.
       She had been talking to him for a while. They were pretty close. Best friends you could say. He still kept his cries to himself and she still kept her thoughts in her head. But they grew closer. They became inseparable, and one day she thought she should share her thoughts because she trusted him with them. The same day he decided to share his story with her, for he trusted her with it. It turns out that he thought she was as beautiful as autumn leaves and she thought he was as beautiful as snow covered mountains. After that day her smiles weren't fake, her laughs weren't forced. She viewed herself as a beautiful darkness instead of a negative one. He no longer cried himself to sleep or tore open his skin. He viewed himself as the unique outcast instead of a freak. Turns out sharing your thoughts can change everything.