Contemplations of a girl. All the things she has achieved. All her shortcomings, her flaws. Her mistakes, her moments of pride. The silences between moments of her life. The things that make her smile, the things that make her frown. Her treasured memories and those that she keeps deeply buried….
you see this right? you think no one would care if you died? no one would notice. Well you’re wrong. I would. and so would so many other people. The girls in your school who didn’t always acknowledge you? they’ll blame themselves. The boy or girl that rejected you? they’ll blame themselves. Everyone will go around saying what a beautiful person you were and how they didn’t see the signs, when really, everyone saw the signs. I promise you, people think you’re beautiful, someone loves you. People are afraid to admit defeat about their feelings. Somebody wants you, somebody needs you. Your mom, your dad, your grandma, your sister, your brother, your best friend? they need you. For all you know, you could be their rock, without you, they might just die. You affect everyone around you, your actions, the things you do. Your smile, might just make someone elses day. Your laugh, might be music to someones ears. So please, listen to me. Put down the pills. Put down the gun. Put down the rope. Put down the razor. You’re strong, you’re beautiful and i believe in you.
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