When he looks at you, in your pain driven eyes, and whispers, “I am not going to hurt you again,” You stand up, no matter if your heart stops, and walk away. You don’t look back. I know that there is a fire dancing in the pit of your stomach, and I know its burning holes in your skin, don’t look back. Your knees are going to feel weak, you may feel like you can’t breathe, and your hands might start to shake, but you aren’t dying, baby, I promise. It is okay to scream, you scream at the World. Be angry. Don’t go fuck any guy because they tell you that you’re beautiful. All its going to do is make you hate yourself. And please, don’t hate yourself. You are going through so much right now, love yourself. Even if he doesn’t love you anymore. (Somebody had to say it.) Even if he doesn’t love you anymore, don’t swallow too many pills to get rid of the pain. Muscle relaxers can’t make your heart feel solid again and snorting hydros isn’t going to make him come back. Smoking cigarettes may ease you, but put it down, it isn’t going to make him come back. Don’t slice open in your arms because I promise you, you are so wonderful, you are so alive right now. Ripping yourself open won’t make him come back. In six months You’ll be sitting in the sunshine on the beach, breathing in the Earth, with scars on your arms that represent his name. You walked away from him, don’t make him your scars. Don’t get so fucking high that you can’t function. A nice bowl is just going to make you wake up feeling numb tomorrow morning. You are beautiful, and you are strong. Don’t go out and make an ass of your drunk self and just stay home and feel. Feel the pain and stop putting up a dam from your tears. Feel it, without a blade, without the vodka, without the cigarettes, put down the bong, feel it. And remember to scream. Scream at the sky. He can see the sky, show him you’re breathing.
to my future daughter (via whorribly-sad)
