As Fragile as a House of Glass

_{She can paint a lovely picture
But the story has a twist.
Her paintbrush is a razor,
And her canvas is her wrist.}

Look. It doesn't matter what gender, sex, orientation, color, race, history, height, weight, beliefs, anything you are, you are an amazing person. It can be hard to see sometimes. Mirrors don't always reflect the truth. But it is true. So don't do this to yourself. Don't starve yourself to be more beautiful. Don't cover yourself with makeup to be less broken. Don't hurt yourself to be happier. Because it doesn't work.

I've cut. A lot. I'm not proud of it, and I have the scars to remind me of it. But the thing is, they're scars instead of fresh cuts. I haven't done it for years. I'm living proof that it's possible to quit. And there are so many others like me. So drop the knife before you do something you'll regret, before you dig so deep that you've dug your own grave. I don't want you to die. No one does. Not even you, even if you think you do.

You are not alone.

-X-

Also, if you're my watcher and think this "poem" is random, it's because of my new interest in Tumblr and this blog that I came across. [link]
If you have a Tumblr, watch the girl's video and leave her a nice message, okay, loves? It could mean the difference between life and death for her.