You are beautiful and sad
worn out at such a young age.
tired and bored and endlessly unsatisfied.
whether you're surrounded or alone
whether you're standing in front of a mirror
or    attempting to sleep  on your bed.

There are days you laugh at the silliest things and nights
you cry, because of nothingness.

And you know you're young, but you feel old.
and you feel you're growing old and youth is slipping away
from your finger tips.

"I wanna do so many things"
" I want to be happy"

you say, but you continue to stand move less.
are you a coward or perhaps a fool?
what are you doing here?
why do you continue to stay so, very sad?

I am not allowed to say  

"get over yourself"
"stop whining"

because you're depress aren't you?
special, more fragile.
because you are worthless.
and I am not allowed to say.
what you repeatedly say to yourself.

last night you wanted to die--
no one listened to you, no one understood you.
and no one will ever understand you, no one will ever listen

You want to get over yourself, but you can't.
and you chug another pill, maybe another one just in case.

But you see... the harsh truth is,
you are alone, you will always be alone.
and your parents will not understand you, neither your friends
and sometimes even you, yourself would not understand.
that is why, my dearest friend--

You must **** it up.
Get up. Grow.
Prove me wrong, that you're not worthless.
prove yourself wrong. That *you can.