The Hardest Of Hearts

"If you ever tell a girl that she's lovely, beautiful, or pretty, she'll remember it for five minutes, but if you ever ever tell a girl that she's ugly, she'll remember it for the rest of her life and hold on to that statement."

How to tell if a girl is troubled? Look at her in the eyes, don't say anything and her walls would eventually fall and give you the truth about everything she is currently hiding, but if the walls wouldn't break down and she looked away, tell her you love her, will always be there for her and mean every words you just said. Tell her that, despite everything she's going through right now, you will always be there for her and care about her. Tell her to hold on strong. Tell her that her smile, her genuine smile, is one of the most beautiful things in the world. Tell her that she is one of the most beautiful women in the whole world. Tell her that, even though you don't know what she's going through right now, you will always support her, no matter how many mistakes she had made, no matter how many wrong choices she had chose, you will always support her. Tell her that she is one of the greatest people you've met. Tell her that, perhaps not to you but to someone, she means the world. Maybe she won't hear you, maybe she would deny everything, but convince her, convince her that she's worth it, that someone cares about her, that you care about her.

Tell her those things or you'll lose her, perhaps you won't see it, perhaps you feel like she's fine, like she's not troubled, but beyond her veils, her innocent-looking smiles, her laughs, her action, she hides everything, her pain, her vain, her sadness and most of all, that throbbing aching feeling on her chest. She could slip away from you, she could easily walk away from people's life. One day she's there and the next she's gone. Assure her that she belongs there, that everything she needs is right there and that she should stay there. Convince her. Make her stay there. Smile at her. Make her feel that she is worth it. Appreciate her.

Even though in the end you don't know what her problem is, but at least someone appreciates her, at least she's not alone. Maybe it's not her idea of happiness, but at least she feels content and she is convinced that someone thinks she is pretty, that at least there's one person appreciates of her being.

I write this to everyone. Don't let someone slips away. Hold them. Appreciate them. Their troubles don't worth of the pills they are taking. Their problems don't worth the skin they are cutting. They worth more. They worth more because they are the ones who are strong enough to bear the aching numbness in their chest. They deserve to live.

To all the people who lost their loved ones because of the mind troubles, to all the people who are currently bearing the craziness, hold on strong. I am one of them. My head is also killing me and I also feel like I'm a worthless piece of shit. Trust me, I know how it feels like. So please, before they make a jump, especially a literal one, tell them. Convince them. Assure them. Appreciate them. Because there's nothing hurt you in the head more than feeling like you are all alone.