By Samantha Tillson

 

"You"

 

They walk into school everyday, to most 

 

they're just another face.

But every single day someone called them 

 

‘ugly’,’fat’,’unwanted’,’unloved’, ‘repulsive’, ‘disgusting’, ‘clutter’, and they’re personal 

 

favorite ‘please do the world a HUGE favor 

 

and kill yourself’.

 

Today 3 people told them that they were 

 

ugly, 5 people told them they were fat, 6 

 

people called them repulsive, 4 people 

 

told them that they were a clutter and 3 

 

people told them please do the world a 

 

HUGE favor and kill yourself.

 

So they cut themselves 21 times that 

 

night.

 The next day 5 people told them that 

 

were unwanted, 7 people told them they 

 

were repulsive, 6 people told them they 

 

were disgusting and 4 people told them 

 

please do the world a HUGE favor and kill yourself.

 

So they cut 23 times that night.

 

 6 months go by cutting at least 20 times 

 

a night and wishing someone would save 

 

them...their waiting for their hero to  come 

 

save them. They have realized that that 

 

there hero isn't going to be able to make it 

 

in save to save them.

6 more months pass and they cut at least 

 

40 times a night now and they have run 

 

out of room. They say every day just gets 

 

worse and worse, harder and harder to 

 

breath, to keep their eyes open, to smile.

 

 That night when they go home they 

 

realize that there scared up from head to 

 

toe and they decide that they’re going to 

 

try one more solution and this time it will 

 

be permanent this time it will work so they 

 

slit their throat.

They could have gotten help, they could 

 

have gone to the ones that love them for 

 

the comfort and the help they so 

 

desperately needed but they went to there 

 

blades instead.

 

What if I told you that person was you? 

 

That kid who is your locker neighbor never 

 

got that chance to ask you out. 

 

That girl in your math class is in suicidal 

 

therapy 5 days a week because she feels 

 

a smile could have saved your life.

 

That guy who ran you over in  gym class 

 

on accident and laughied cuts every night 

 

now because he feels that he is the reason 

 

you ended your life.

 

 That teacher who couldn’t help you with 

 

that math problem she quit her job 

 

because she felt that she wasn't good

 

enough to teach anymore.

 

That’s just a to name a few,your mom 

 

hasn’t left the house in weeks, your dad 

 

has to go to work to pay for the bills and 

 

for your funeral. You’re siblings still 

 

haven’t returned to school. You thought 

 

that no one gave a damn about you but 

 

everyone did and there all wondering what 

 

could they have done to help you because 

 

they saw your scars, even if you lied to 

 

them and said “I’m fine”