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I want to make love.
A kiss. A hug. Something meaningful. Something pure. As you are.
You say I'm beautiful. But I at times can't see it.
Not to mention self-hate. Self-harm.

So then, how do we cope?
NOt pretty enough? Not good enough?
Not as good as you?

But then, why do we care? Because you said the words.
The words that stuck with us. And still do, years later.
They still ring, as if we're in the high school halls again.

You picked on me, and I believed.
I believed those words. Those poisonous words.
That attack on who I was, just because you said I was 'diferent.'

Was I a thread to you, back then? I dreaded school. The bus ride there. Just being there was hard enough.
But you didn't care. I was the easy target.

So, now. I've grown up. I suppose. I tend not to care. About, anything. Myself especially.
So now, I hate myself. Very much. The words you said stuck with me.
Now I self-harm, sometimes. It's not like it used to be though.
Every day to second day.

Now I just drown it out.
Music. Writing. Movies. I cry. A lot.

Remember this. Take care. Remember, you are worth it. You are worth everything. And you will meet someone who thinks you are beautiful just as you are.
I hope you find that person.
Don't end your life. It's not worth it. Because people will love you and accept you just as you are.
I'm one of them. I promise.
Take care little star.

Shine brightly.

~End~

Description
I want to make love.
A kiss. A hug. Something meaningful. Something pure. As you are.
You say I'm beautiful. But I at times can't see it.
Not to mention self-hate. Self-harm.

So then, how do we cope?
NOt pretty enough? Not good enough?
Not as good as you?

But then, why do we care? Because you said the words.
The words that stuck with us. And still do, years later.
They still ring, as if we're in the high school halls again.

You picked on me, and I believed.
I believed those words. Those poisonous words.
That attack on who I was, just because you said I was 'diferent.'

Was I a thread to you, back then? I dreaded school. The bus ride there. Just being there was hard enough.
But you didn't care. I was the easy target.

So, now. I've grown up. I suppose. I tend not to care. About, anything. Myself especially.
So now, I hate myself. Very much. The words you said stuck with me.
Now I self-harm, sometimes. It's not like it used to be though.
Every day to second day.

Now I just drown it out.
Music. Writing. Movies. I cry. A lot.

Remember this. Take care. Remember, you are worth it. You are worth everything. And you will meet someone who thinks you are beautiful just as you are.
I hope you find that person.
Don't end your life. It's not worth it. Because people will love you and accept you just as you are.
I'm one of them. I promise.
Take care little star.

Shine brightly.

~End~