A Message

Once you feel like you’re done, nothing but denying your past, a thread of thought gets you thinking about what you lost.

You find comfort  alone, in a room full of people, people who see you suffer yet leave you fall. They don’t see but blood dripping from the blades, blades that rip your soul apart. They see your bruises, but don’t cry. It’ll be over, I promise.

Hitting your knuckles hard on the walls that witnessed the not-so-pleasant scenes. You’re dealing with the cruel world, but you’re not alone.

Don’t let them call you a travesty, don’t let the blades serenade you.

Let the sound of madness escape your heart, let the echo of the names reside in their graves. Let your heart lead you, let your eyes teach you that bullies are yet to fall. You won’t escape this though because the good finish last.

Put down your blades, climb up the trench. You deserve to live rather than them.

As you raise your head you will see the light, not your death but the end of the fight. Never give up on your precious life because you’re just as bright as the stars at night.

-Chris K.

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