Luesatora

To the girl who skips dinner, Because her reflection hurts more than Starving. To the boy who wears sweatshirts On hot summer days, Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over his Scars. To the boy who weeps uncontrollably Until he falls asleep, Because it’s the only way to escape into his Dreams. To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom, Because the dark is more peaceful than her Mind. To the child who gets angry, Because no one understands. To the teens who self-harm, To the ones in recovery, To the ones that just can’t do it anymore… Stay Strong. For the girl who skips meals And the boy who wears sw

There's a story I'd like to tell, A story of a girl who was diagnosed. Diagnosed with a terrifying thing, Something that would threaten her life for years to come. Something that she could never escape, No matter how she ran, No matter how she struggled. This diagnosis was a horrific thing to the girl, Although, not surprising at all. The symptoms had swallowed her for days, Weeks, Months. Months of this thing inside of her. This thing that we call Depression. There are people who tell her, "You're only sad." However, that isn't the case. See, she was never diagnosed with sadness. Everyone knows sadness. She was never diagnosed with emo