In honor of those bullied into mental submission.
For those who have cut.
For those who have starved.
For those who have binged.
For those who have lost their lives,
because of the cruel and bitter world that houses us all.
No matter who you are,
What you think,
What you see when you seek in mirrors,
or what gives you tears.
I just want you to know,
That we, the pieces glued together, will always be here.
Forever and Always
Those who wear a black ribbon on their wrist on Friday mean that they have harmed themselves in someway. I'm one of them. Please, spread the word.