This is a poem I wrote, conveying a serious message/reminder to those people out there who suffer.

   Things might've happened.
   Words could've been said,
   And there's pain and suffering.
   Occurring up in your head.

   You're hurting both ways;
   Physically and Emotionally.
   You say you're ok,
   But you've been crying for days.

   Physically:
   You cut yourself
   Quite a lot these days
   Thinking, beliving
   That it will ease the pain.

   Physically:
   You have scars on your body,
   That other people gave,
   For many different reasons...
   Thinking that it's OK.

   Physically:
   They abuse you,
   Say you're not enough.
   But they don't know,
   That you've had it rough.

   Emotionally:
   They've done a lot of damage,
   So much more than you can
   Manage or even Imagine.
   And still, they think it's OK.

   Emotionally:
   They tease, bully, and harass you
   Outside and Online too
   They say sticks and stones
   May break my bones
   But your words can never hurt me.
   They don't know what a lie that is.

   Emotionally:
   They call you a slut, fag,
   Even sociopath.
   But they don't understand
   The pain that you have.

They don't understand that you're perfectly OK.
They don't understand that you're unique in every way.
You might be different.
But different's OK.

It doesn't matter what you are
You're beautiful just the way you are.
Whether you're part of the LGBT+ community or have other problems.
It's all going to be OK.

  There might be voices in your head.
  Whispering, telling you
That you should be dead.

Those voices say that you're never enough.
They say you're dumb, stupid,
Making you feel insecure.

They feed on anxiety, depression
Anything negative,
They'll say it.

Those voices bring you down,
Make you want to die,
But don't listen to them,
They always lie.

  Suicide is never the answer
  Others may want you dead,
  But there are others,
  Who want the opposite instead.

  They love you.
  For you.
  They don't believe the rumors spread,
  Nor do they believe those voices in your head.

They want you alive,
Living on Earth
Not lying in a casket,
Buried in the dirt.

  They might not help you, sometimes,
  But they're just as scared as you.
 
  When the time comes though,
They'll risk their life for you.
  Without a second thought,
They'll take a shot.

  So hear my message, and please believe:
  They are others out there,
  Who want you free.

   They believe you're OK,
   They believe you're the best.

   They want you here.
So ignore those voices and those bullies.
  You're free to make your own choices.
 
Suicide doesn't help.
It only makes it worse.
For you leave the ones who love you,
Heartbroken and hurt.