I think it's funny

how adults think that "everything's ok",

when most of us are walking around with our head in our hands

thinking about all the mistakes we've made to come this far,

and thinking about ending it all.

It's a sickness.

But we can't get away from it.

It feeds on our souls making us feel worthless and stupid,

making the world turn against us and making our ears deaf to kindness.

It's a sickness.

A terrible weight on our eyelids that makes days seem like mountains

that we're forced to climb so we can rest.

But the nights are the hardest.

Our eyes are burning from the tears that we weep

and our fingers are shaking as we write "I'm fine" on a piece of paper,

filled with thousand of similar lies that you tell yourself.

We're making ourselves believe that this all we deserve

all we will ever have

and all we need.

But we are worth so much more.

You are all so beautiful, and if you can't see that;

open your eyes

look at yourself

there's something inside you that made you fight all the way here

and that's beauty.

You're a brave, strong soul for surviving this mad world for years,

keep doing that.

Show the world that it was wrong!

It was wrong about you all along!

You're not worthless, stupid or pathetic. You're human.

This is just a sickness.

One day you'll find someone who offers you the cure,

who tells you everyday how beautiful you are

and how much they love you.

That's how much you're worth.