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.

Who knows what is next?
Whats to come tomorrow,
In the next week,
Month,
Year.
Its scary really.
Not knowing what your own life has to offer to you.
There will be ups
And downs
But through it all,
You will stay you.
No matter who tries to tear you down,
You will only keep growing.
Your life only ends,
When you stop believing.

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.