She was alone,
Judged by all.
Put others before herself.
Still she waited,
Unnoticed.
Alone.
She hated herself,
For everything she loved,
She hated,
And worst of all she hurt.
Not others but herself.
The pain growing ever more prominent in her
She was not enough,
Not for herself,
Nor anyone else.

You may feel it,
though not often true.
You are useless,
Lost,
And alone.
But take my hand,
And I will pull you from this depression.
Together we can start over.
Form a new life,
New thoughts and actions,
Then soon enough the hate you hold for yourself,
will be abolished.
By your new found happiness.