you are strong, dear

One pill, two pills, three pills...

You must be thinking how many pill you should take to hit the floor. You've had enough bullshits in this world to continue living. And you're barely alive. You don't have the cuts and bruises but I know how much strength you exert to stop yourself from trying. Others say that the depths of your cuts tell how bad your problems are but scars aren't beautiful, my dear. Stop asking why you feel that unreasonable loneliness and emptiness. Stop comparing how your life turned out to be with others'. The blade and pills you have won't give you the answers. Happiness is always a choice. It's either you choose to be happy or drown yourself in those useless thoughts.

170427/8:47pm

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