I hate being harsh.
Harsh decision are made when emotional.
Harsh decisions are made when senseless.
I was emotional and senseless.
It hurt to sleep at night.
The cuts on my legs, stomach, arms, and sides burned and stung every time anything
I hate being harsh.
When harsh, I cut.
I made stupid decisions that didn't make any sense and didn't help at all.
I used to think it helped get rid of the inner pain that was hurting me
But it only hid the pain for a little while, causing more pain that I have to deal
And I am.
I understand now that it doesn't do a bit of good to hold in your problems and
replace helpful words
with hurtful wounds.
When emotional: find someone to talk to.
If no one is around, find them.
Don't replace the help of a good friend with the useless sensation from a pen-knife,
razor blade, cigarette burn, or pills.
They don't listen to you when you confess yourself, they don't hold you when you
cry, they don't understand the emotions that boil within your very soul.
The things you use to hurt yourself are weapons--not friends.
They don't care about you or how you use them.
Friends and family care.
Hell, even people that don't even know you care.
I know how it feels to think the world around you is crashing down.
Like everyone you thought you knew is waiting to get you when weak.
It's not true.
I had to learn that the hard way.
I don't want you to.
I don't want to read about another life lost in the paper.
I don't want to hear about it on the radio.
And I don't want to see it on the news.
Sadness, hatred, hurt are all emotions that can't be eased by blood and scars.
Sadness needs a friend to talk to.
Hatred needs to forgive and forget.
Hurt needs to be taken care of by kind and gentle surroundings.
Smiles can do a lot.
Kind words can save lives.
Gentle eyes can change the way people think.
So the next time you think the world is coming to an end.
Think about the tomorrows that will come, the friends you will make, the love you
will find and the lives that your create.
When the bad of life is gripping you, fight it.
Look through it and find the good.
That way, it has no hold on you.
And will cease to exist.
While you go on and live, laugh, love, and learn.
Forever with friends beside you.
Razors are for hairy legs.
Cigarettes are for cancer.
And leave the pills for headaches.