It Is
It does not help,
It only hurts.
It is not wrong,
It is not right.
It is not something for
You to romanticize.
It is pain.
It is feeling hopeless.
It is feeling empty.
It is not someone for you to
Save.
It is not beautiful,
It is tragic.
It will forever affect you.
It is not lovely,
Nor pure.
It is serious.
It is suicide.
It is self-harm.
It is depression.
It is real.
Treat it as such.
Copyright © Olivia Struthers | Year Posted 2014
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