Letter to a suicidal me
Dear Girl, You sit on the floor and you cry
Clawing and scratching at your skin like an animal deep within you is trying to escape
Marks that will never truly heal
You pull at your hair and you scream into the darkness
But no one can hear you
You are broken
And you have given up.
The girl who once laughed in the face of pain
The girl who stood up strong in the presence of ridicule
The girl who held her head up high no matter what tried to beat her down is dead.
And in her place is nothing
Nothing but tears, skin, and scars.
You have taken all you can bare
Your back breaking under the weight of everyone's words
Your spine bending and contorting trying to support itself when everything is slamming you down and finally...
You snap.
You turn off all the lights and watch you demons dance
They waltz over the body of the person you once were
They speak to you in hushed tones
In voices that pierce into your vary soul
They tell you to give up
They tell you to end it
But you are not your demons
Their voice is not your own
Their thoughts do not control you
And their dance does not define you
You are strong because you get up every day and face your demons
You are capable because you not only face them but you overcome them
Each and every morning like a phoenix you arise from the ashes of the day before
And dear girl as you sit on the cold bathroom floor must remember
Your body is not a cage and you are not an animal trapped within
Your life is not expendable and you are worth it
You will be okay
Maybe not today
But someday
You will be okay
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