Dear teen me,
I know you're hurting, I know that pain that won't go away, no matter how many times you try and cut it out. You're only sixteen and if life were perfect you would be free and happy and you would wake every morning with the sun on your cheek. But the world is cold and your body is falling away from you.
I know what its like to lay awake at night and wonder why my heart is still beating, my blood still pounding in my ears. I know what it's like to hold my breath until my lungs scream and my head aches. I know what it's like to want to die.
Would you believe me if I told you it gets better? If I could hold you and tell you that the sun will shine and time will help heal your wounds, would you finally be able to smile? If I told you that the marks on your arms aren't worth your time, would you trust me?
Please, take a moment to listen.
If I could I would take away all the bad, all the memories, the taunts and the hate. I would pull you into the light and show you who you rea