Tragedy

Oh pretty girl, you were not meant for this. Wipe your eyes and melt your heart. For now just let it hurt. Oh pretty girl, these words were never meant to come from your mouth, your heart was never meant to feel this. Oh pretty girl, this bitterness does not become you. Rise above the hatred and the insults and the grudges. Above the blaming and the lying and the drama, and revenge. You are more than this version of yourself. You are stronger and better than all of this. I know you think you are weak, and that's its too hard, and you are, and it is. But you know someone who can bring out the absolute best in you, a version of yourself that glows and improves everyday. Sometimes I think you forget this. Sometimes I wonder if you forget that you know someone who can make you that better person, a stronger person, a person strong enough to face even this impossible task that I've presented you with. Oh pretty girl, I wish you could see yourself clearly. I wish for just one moment you could truly see your own beauty and not question it, dissect it, or deny it. Do not let them taint you. Do not let them poison your compassionate heart or cause you to cry. You are created for so much more than this. Your value extends far beyond what you may feel in this moment, far beyond what you've ever been told. Oh pretty girl, rise above the ugliness of this world.