Dear me,
When your brother told you
Being chubby will greatly affect your popularity
His words, you should not believe.
Please, don’t eat half an apple a day
don’t exercise 5 hours a day
Just so you can feel pretty
You are beautiful, trust me, I know
You don’t have to be skinny to feel pretty
Or only feel happy when you’re hungry
You are one and only
Go out and eat
Go have fun with your mates
You’re just a kid
Stop counting the calories
I know it’s hard
When everyone believes in the same thing
The skinnier the better
But skinny girls bleed
And their wounds will never leave
Eating disorder is something you will later see
Don’t drink that whiskey
It is the beginning of your travesty
Don’t drink that whiskey
Just because he dared you to
Don’t drink that whiskey
Because you will soon drown in it
Cannot live without it
Cannot feel safe without it
Cannot exist without it
Don’t drink that whiskey
It will make you consider suicide
Don’t drink that whiskey
Because you have depression
And you just don’t know that yet
Depression and whiskey are not the combination
To fix your frustration
Don’t drink that whiskey
Because I know deeply you love yourself
When he forced you to touch him
Say no
when he said you’re too old to be this timid
say no
when he asked you to stay the night
say no
because if you don’t
it would be the second time you die
soul stolen
by the devil you love
heart broken
because he loves himself more than he loves you
and you do too
when you tried to jump out of the window
please don’t
when you tried to cut yourself
please don’t
when you swallowed all those pills
please don’t
I know it’s hard
I know how you feel
I have been there
I know
For now, the future is unknown
For now, the future is hollow
But please know
You will live over 21 years old
I know it’s hard to imagine
A life span that long
When suicide is the only thing you can think about
But that day will come
And on that day
You will not believe
how strong you have been
how you saved yourself
how you picked yourself up from the ground
how you stood tall when all you could think about
was how many times you have died
a few years after that
you will find love
love is not a man
love is in the mirror
love is the people you have touched
love is something you will one day know
a few years after that
you will still have depression
you will still feel like drowning
but this time you won’t be alone
this time
you are not just depression any more
this time
you will fly
high and away
with the people you find beautiful
trust me when I say
this day will come
trust me
I have been there
I know
sincerely,
me
Butterfly Poetry 