Death Set Her On Fire.

"She sat alone, alone and at home. Where her screams were silent, but her mind was violent. Her insecurities hid deep inside and they did in deep eat her alive. A tear rolled down her face, as her heart began to race. She took her blade and tore her skin, where her depression lied deep within. This went on for day, months, year and until she cried her very last tears. She decided that she had enough, the world around her was much too tough. She took a gun to her head. Congratulations society, she is dead."

Have you ever studied so much but had a bad grade, like everything you do is never good enough? Have you ever changed something about yourself just to please someone else, like if you didn't change no one would ever love you just the way you are? Have you ever not said something just because you were afraid of the fact that no one would really care? Have you ever had a really bad day, like everything around you is right but you're wrong anyway? A day that you just want to erase from your memory? Have you ever lost someone to the point that you feel like you lost yourself as well? Well, for some people each day is a struggle. A constant pain that doesn't end. Everyday it gets harder. They spend their time trying to convince themselves that it's going to get better, but it never does. Everyday is like a nightmare that they can't wake up from. Everyday it gets more impossible. Everyday they feel like it hurts more and they have no forces to deal with all the pain. The loneliness starts haunting them and even if they try to run they can't. They're weak and tired. They lose their hope. And it's so sad to think that the ones who self harm are the most gentle. They rather hurt themselves than hurting anyone else. People call them crazy but they're not crazy at all. They're "just" depressed. Because something is destroying them. They feel like they're fighting against themselves and no matter what, they feel like there is no escape and they're going to lose their own game anyway. Our job is to respect them. We all had those days when we felt so sad we just needed a hug. Those days when we can't look in anyone's eyes because we know we'll cry. For some people those days happens quiet often. We do not have the right to make fun of them. They need help. So do we. We all do. Put yourself in their position. How would you feel if you took a gun to your head and everyone would try to pull the trigger?