Death.

For some it is a fear for others it is the perfect solution to their problems
on the outside they seem happy and put together but on the inside they are
screaming and pleading for someone to help…for someone to save them
for someone to give a **** and take the time to see what is really going on
to see that tears stream down their cheeks every night and seep deep into the pillow
to see the scars on their bodies and not believe the ******* lies that spew out of their mouths as an explanation for the meticulous and clearly not accidental lines on their arms, legs, and thighs
why can’t people see that by living they are dying?
why can’t they see that dying is the only way out from the pain that can’t be escaped?
why the **** can’t they see that they are the ******* reason those souls no longer want to be!?
They call you a stupid ******* and say you won’t amount to nothing
you think “well **** it why am I here! Why do I struggle to hold on when they try to make me let go?”
life seems to crumble at a hint of happiness
sanity quickly disappears with every word that slips between their lips
the little bit of will power that helped you to live quickly oozes out of you and drips onto the floor
the drips turn into drops and the drops finally form a red puddle as the tears flow and questions swarm your head
what did I do to deserve this? Why me? Why am I ugly? Why can’t I be skinny? Why can’t I be happy?
and finally What have I done?
the sharp object easily slices through the skin just as the hatred effortlessly seeps into your mind
every day it is a fight to escape the monster that threatens your existence
not the monster under the bed but the one living inside your head replaying the negativity that you have heard all your life
replaying the memories that you tried to force to the back of your mind in a lock box that you desperately tried to forget  
replaying what you have come to see as the harsh truth that you just aren’t good enough
 

But in reality you are more than good enough and you aren’t fat or ugly or dumb
YOU are beautiful and you are who you are
yes you are not perfect yes you make mistakes and yes you may not be the smartest person ever
but umm last time I checked neither are they
you don’t have to be a size zero to be beautiful
beauty is something you have on the inside not something that can be measured from the size of a pair of jeans
having curves does not make you fat nor does having thick thighs
so when you look into the mirror be proud of what you see because that person is you and no matter what negativity comes your way know that you are beautiful and anything else are lies
they just try to bring you down to make them feel that they are above
so don’t listen and **** what they say because
they don’t know **** about you as a person and the struggle you have been through
to have made it this far says that you are strong and can carry
you can claw your way out of the deep hole that everyone has been digging for you
you will finally see the sunrise after midnight
you will see the beautiful rainbow after the storm and reach the *** of gold
just hold on because someone out there is waiting for you to enter their life so it will have meaning and give the meaning of life back to you
so please just fight another battle because no matter how many you may lose you can and will win the war