There Was A Point In My Life
Where,
Nothing Mattered.
Including Myself. My Health.
There Was A Point In My Life
Where,
I Was Done.
I Was Bullied For My Sexuality.
I Was Bullied For My Art And Writing.
I Was Bullied For My Grades And My Clothes And My Hobbies.
I Resorted
To Self Harm.
Physical And Mental.
Nothing Mattered. Nothing Would Get Better.
"I'm Done." I Said It So Many Times.
And I Believed it.
"You're Worthless And Ugly!" I Said It So Many Times.
The Razor Felt Good. Let Me Know I Am Still Alive.

But, I Wasn't.
I Was Living.
But Not In A Good Way.
A Very, Very, Bad Way.
But, I Promise, It Gets Better.
It Gets Easier.
You Are Beautiful.
You ARE Worth It.