• June 02, 2019, 11 AM • 63 views
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I understand, please don't say I don't.
I have traveled through that road, I have been there before, I'm not a stranger to the grief, I know the colors of the hate of family and friends, I can tell the height of horror it brings.
I know how it feels when you wake up under the roof of a friend that has enslaved you, taking advantage of your helplessness and homelessness.
I know how it feels to walk down the street confused, frustrated, not knowing where your next meal will come from.
I know, my friend, I was once a victim.
I know how it feels to lose everything you have ever worked for. I know how it feels to be betrayed and broken by those who you love and have sacrificed a lot for.
I know how miserable it is to seem not to fit into the society.
Calm down, I have lost millions, I have been betrayed by friends and loved ones, I have been homeless, jobless, hungry, broken, bullied, hopeless, helpless, I have witnessed my sunset when I had expected it to rise. I know how deep the hurt can be.
I am not trying to let you know how strong I'm. I am not judging your weakness. I am not saying you should be as strong as I am. I'm not writing to appease your depression, I'm writing to let you know that there's hope and suicide is an act of defeat, not redemption.
Let your voice be heard!
You are not alone, help is coming, don't give up before it gets to you!
Don't let someone else tell your story, be there to tell it yourself!