Please read this, it would mean the WORLD to me.

You’re so beautiful, and you don’t even know it. You focus on the negative, when you positively radiate hope, hope that someone could save you from your ocean of tears. I see your happy smile, and you look at the sad scars on you arms and legs. I laugh when you make a funny face, but you go home and cry over you self-consciousness over your flaws of you funny-looking face. You and I jump on the clouds that are my trampoline, but when your home you fall into a pit of despair deep in yourself.

I take two pills for a headache every once in a while, but you, you take two pills a day to relieve the turmoil inside, one pill in the morning, one at night. The town I live in had a tsunami warning after Japan had its earthquake, but your thoughts are earthquakes that cause you tsunamis of emotion. I have bad hair and skin days, you can’t even look in the mirror because your so afraid of your flaws that make you, well, you.

I fight with my twin sister, then we make up, and your parents, your single mom, your single dad, you guardians, your sister, your brother, either way you abuse and get abused. I call my sister ugly, even thought she can be utterly beautiful in her moments, but you, you fight against your family until the words you’ve said blend into the red you see, and you can’t take it back.

I watch you look at that boy, that girl, and see you wish you could have someone that could lead you out of the dark into the light, but you, you see someone that could never understand. I see you try a bit too hard to be noticed, to hide, but you, you put on the make-up or your attitude so they will or won’t see your fakeness. You fake smiles to hide your whirlpools of insanity inside, but you don’t even know that no matter how fake, it’s almost a relief to see you’re trying.

That’s why when I heard you wanted to die, you wanted to make a suicide pact, you were looking for different ways to end your shitty life, I wrote this. And what I’m going to tell you right now, is that one day, the sunshine will break through, and maybe, just maybe you will look at the mirror and smile. That bit of craziness you feel wanting to break through? Will fade. The razor or sharp object won’t feel good anymore.

Maybe someone will be there for you, like I wish I had when I hurt inside a year ago. Don’t hate yourself for your circumstances, hate your circumstances for holding you back from everything you could be. Don’t hate yourself because someone convinced you you’re not worth looking at for some stupid flaw, feel sorry that they’re going to end up working for you if you can make it in the long run.

Chemical imbalance, or situational chaos, know that you are what you make yourself out to be. I didn’t know what it was like to be weightless, in the light after being dragged down, deep in a dark pit that I made for myself. Get out there, and do something that makes you happy.

Get the hell off this site and go outside, night or day, rain or sunshine, go out and take a breath.
This site can help, I used to complain about my life and hurt about my life here, but one thing I’ve learned is other sad, dark, hurting people will only make you sad and think about the hurt. Or not.

You are what you make yourself out to be. It took me forever to realize that. I hope it will sink in sometime to you. You’re beautiful. Your life is worth living. Life, is beautiful. Even the bad times, they help you grow. If nothing else, someone out there loves you. If not now, then one day.

I know that for a fact, that someone does care, or will care, about your well-being.