rose garden

the ones who take their lives are the ones we expect to least.

the captain of the football team, 

the girl with perfect blond hair,

the boy who drives an audi;

they all seem to be fine when inside

they scream.

they feel pain

they feel the pain

excruciating, agonizing, searing pain.

their hearts ache and their lungs gasp for air, and we give them only so much as a glimpse because to us their lives are "perfect".

take a step back. 

look. breathe it in. taste the bitterness.

these kids are everywhere.

one of those kids could be you.

these kids are outcasts in their perspective.

they think they don't know themselves

so they can't accept themselves.

we live in a world where acceptance by others is valued more than red roses are by gardens.

to not be depressed we must be accepted by others.

acceptance is key

acceptance is key

others MUST accept me.

screw others, 

accept yourself.

because in the long run acceptance of yourself will keep you alive

and running free 

so you can see what light you give off

and what kinds of music describe you;

it could save your existence. 

don't hide yourself.

share your emotions

curse into the sky  when nothing is going right and let yourself FEEL.

remember who you are.

be the rose in the garden and remember you are valued.

be you,

love you,

be nice to you,

accept you.