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I know the pain is perhaps unbearable, But darling, please put down the blade. Release your emotions through tears and smiles, Rather than dreading these days. Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there, Or for the boy whose father drank too much. For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school, Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch. For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed, Thinking, why can’t it all be done? For the elderly man looking up at the stars, Counting the days one by one. Do it for the children who wonder, does it end? For the ones who feel left on their own. For the ones who think, maybe

Hatred, whether based on Your looks Your personality Your smile Your tears Your reality Your fantasies Your happiness Your depression Your honesty Lies Feelings Dreams Goals Wishes.. Hatred, Hatred is the problem. Not you.

She said to her daughter, "Goodnight." And her little girl No longer little Looked up in her mama's eyes, And said, "Goodbye." And Mama thought nothing of it, Till her little girl No longer little Never looked up in her mama's eyes Again.

Smiling through your pain, Till the wounds stop bleeding. Running through your clouds Once the sky stops raining. Never saying never, Going faster, stronger, better Even when the Raindrops seem to fall down forever. Till the birds start to sing, and Happiness overwhelms you, And a smile takes over your face Now and eternally. Surviving through the pain, Until the wounds stopped bleeding. It never seemed it would end, Crying, screaming, dying... Indeed it did, it Died away.. Even when the raindrops would never end.

There's a story I'd like to tell, A story of a girl who was diagnosed. Diagnosed with a terrifying thing, Something that would threaten her life for years to come. Something that she could never escape, No matter how she ran, No matter how she struggled. This diagnosis was a horrific thing to the girl, Although, not surprising at all. The symptoms had swallowed her for days, Weeks, Months. Months of this thing inside of her. This thing that we call Depression. There are people who tell her, "You're only sad." However, that isn't the case. See, she was never diagnosed with sadness. Everyone knows sadness. She was never diagnosed with emo

Dad, There's something I want you to know, Because, hey dad.. I'm not stupid. I know you're not going to be here Anymore. Something I wanted to say.. I hate you. I hate how you've been there for me. I hate how you made me who I am today. I hate how you've always inspired me, And I hate how you've been the best father anyone could ask for. I hate how I know you enough to know exactly what you're going to say. I hate how you know me the same way. I hate how you love your family more than anything. I hate how you've been strong just so we don't feel weak, And I hate how you never gave up on us. On your family. On your daughters. On me. I hate