they tell us we aren't enough
they tell us that we're outcasts
waiting for a death sentence
using our own hands.

but our scars tell a story
a story we survived
a story no one else knows
except you and I.

put down those razors
you can fight this
you can heal
put down that alcohol
you can overcome
and conquer your sadness
put down those drugs
you can break it
and live to see another sunrise

put down your pens
you're done writing this chapter
tell your story to someone else
your story of survival