My brother killed himself on the 28th of last year and I missed 4 days of work and my mom wanted to know 'why' my brother he was always a fan of beauty but what he did was not beautiful at all.
And last week I got the news that one of my good friends from high school had overdosed again exept this time she'd gone to far and now she was gone. And I had a hard time falling asleep at night and her mother hugged me tight and thanked me for coming to the service but I did not want to be there at all. This is not beautiful.
The girl down the street would've turned 21 this year and I can scarcely imagine the wild times she should've had. But she is buried 6 feet deep after falling 300 feet and she did not leave a note. This is not beautiful.
My freshman year of collage and my roommate was beautiful and how I wanted to be just like her. But she wore herself down till she was almost invisible and if you blinked you had to go and find her all over again. So now her parents are no longer paying her collage tuition but are paying her hospital bills watching their daughter crumble. This is not beautiful.
So you all take your narcissistic romanticizing and glamorizing of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide and shove them as far up your ass as you possibly can. Starvation is not beautiful. Killing yourself is not beautiful. Sadness is not beautiful. This note I am writing is not beautiful.
But you are beautiful and it is about damn time you start believing it!