it gets better.
Three words.
I don't think people think about this before they say it.
Yes, it may eventually get better, but when I cry myself
to sleep, or try to hurt myself, or just overall talk bad about
myself the last thing I want someone to tell me is those three
words. In the heat of the moment all I want someone to do is give
me a hug. I want someone to sit down next to me and cry with me.
I want them to listen, to everything. To understand before assuming,
to comprehend what I'm going through. Then instead of shrugging it all
off I want them to be the one to pull me up. To be the one who offers a hand.
Instead of t e l l i n g me, I want that person, to guide me to help, to s h o w me.