N O O N E I S T O O Y O U N G O R T O O O L D F O R L O V E

Have you ever thought about death?

What it would feel like?

And most importantly 'when'?

If you would have asked me those questions a few years ago,

I would have said 'no'

Right now the answers are 'yes'

Painful.

Any day.

No child should be in a position like this, but who am I kidding?

We all are.

After all, we're just children. We're nothing against it.

At the end we'll all die anyway.

Y O U W R I T E S O B E A U T I F U L L Y...

T H E I N S I D E O F Y O U R H E A D M U S T

B E A T E R R I B L E P L A C E

It's okay you got a bad grade.

It's okay you're not skinny and have bright eyes and don't fit into size four jeans.

It's okay boys don't whistle at you (I mean you're not a dog, are you?)

It's okay if your friends are leaving, because if they were such good friends, they'd be sitting with you trying to not make you feel like shit.

It's okay your parents shout at you, they're trying their best and I don't think they remember how it feels to be a teenager anyway.

It's okay if you feel as though you've lost yourself, everybody does from time to time.

It's okay if you're still searching for that missing part of you, we all are.

It's okay to feel alone, but you must often remind yourself that you're not.

You must remind yourself that you're beautiful, individual, a replica of no one else.

You're you and that's damn good enough for me.

T H E R E I S N O L I M I T T O M Y I M A G I N A T I O N

Just kill me now,

and soon you'll see,

the horrid pain,

inside of me