ChasingReason

... It was raining outside. Each drop plummeted earthwards, every one a thin, glistening strand of silver, the gray sky from whence it fell barely visible in the darkness of the fading daylight. Still, the young man stood just inside the bars of the iron gate, his long red hair slickened down by the water, dull forest-green eyes staring emotionlessly past them. His stature was slumped, arms uselessly dangling at his side, shoulders bent downwards, his bored displeasure plainly evident. Down the walk aways, the flame of a street lamp flickered. "Please!" The young girl cried from the other side of the gate, the drops oblivious to her attemp

Do you ever feel That sometimes, just sometimes, You're the ugliest thing on this earth? That there is no hope. That you will forever be hideous. I do. I do all the time. It is a constant pain. Impossible to ignore. So I decided to make myself pretty. I found a friend. A friend to help. It made me the prettiest girl in the world. I was amazing. I could do anything. But no one else thought so. So I was ugly again. I tried harder. I cut deeper. I cut my face. My arms. My legs. My chest. My stomach. I cut everywhere. To make me pretty. But no one else thought so. Someone once called me pretty. They lied. I'm not