There are many words you say to yourself when you don't like yourself.
Words like 'fat' and 'ugly'. Then sometimes other people will say those things to you too. And then you will start to dislike yourself even more. And the more you dislike yourself, the more other people dislike you. And then they say more mean things. And then you decide that the mean things that they say deserve to be displayed on your skin in the form of bright red lines and bloody gauze. But you wear long sleeved shirts and never wear shorts, so it's okay. Now you hate yourself. You can't find a reason to be alive. But you know. You just know that there is one. You know that because you are strong. So you decide to tell someone about it. And then you get help. Your heart and brain is filled up with all of the good things. And then you get taught how to tell all of the bad things to go away. And then someone tells you that it is okay to feel. And it is okay to not want to feel. And then you are told that you are okay and everything will be okay. Please stay okay.
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Letters I'll Never Send
PoetryA collection of bad poems and other writings that I can't seem to delete. If you like em, you like em, if you don't, you don't. Thanks for checking them out though. :)
