To the lost, the forgotten, the outcasts, to all those who feel hopeless and alone. This cruel, sick, and twisted world you live in has made you think the unthinkable and speak the unspeakable. You're not alone, I know what youre feeling, all alone with haunting thoughts, thinking of ways to destroy yourself, quickly or slowly but surley. i know this feeling all too well. I also know what I'm saying when I tell you that what you're feeling shall pass. Put your weapons down, read my prophecy and know that you'll be okay. </p> To the last time you see flowers gracefully danincg in the wind. </b> To see, love, and accept your body as it is. </b> To the last time you feel the warmth of an embrace.<b> To feel accomplishment when you away from the blade. </b> To the last time you taste love, love from one that truly loves you. </b> to taste the simple pleasure of eating without feeling guilty.</b> To the last time you hear the trees whispering the secrets of nature's beauty. </b> To hear the music that has saved your life on those endless and haunting nights. </b> To the last time you smell the intoxication of a simple flower. </b> To smell freedom, free from those thoughts of ending your precious life. <p> Your demons, you have to keep fighting. I know that deep down inside you wish to expirience these things more than just one last time. Put your weapons down and just breathe. You'll be okay, I promise.