You've cut your wrist today. You've been shoved against the locker again. Once again ignored. No one feels your pain. You hide your body in shame. You think of the day you will fade. Take my hand your beautiful. Your a beautiful, Beautiful thing. You can cry. It may sting. But every sting is another wing grown.

You've lost a friend so deep and close. "Why can't I be a boat and float away?" You tell yourself. Take that boat on a journey. Meet new people and find yourself.

Gay, lesbian, black, Asian, your color, your sex, it doesn't matter because everyone should feel flattered you beautiful beautiful thing..

I love all of you. May these words guide you.

You too Jaywing2003 ^^

Cloude out!