Eighteen years old and my mom pays for my gas 

Eighteen years old and I can't keep my medicine in my room

I am eighteen years old and the word "fat" bothers me

I can't talk to you about calories or diets 

And not the unmistakable weight loss supplements 

Because I've abused my freedom to access those

It doesn't matter how often the world shouts praises at your feet touching the ground

The one time a person told you direct instructions of how low you are will stick closer and harder

We live in a world that is surrounded by bulldozers 

Who are only demolishing any sense you have that you might succeed 

That you might mean something because there are too many girls and boys 

That believe they don't 

That push themselves down so far and sometimes get stuck

Make it different

Write your story in black and blue and underline important things

Because that is why you're here

Today is suicide prevention day. Suicide is too close to too many people and we need it to stop and we need to change something. Stop making offensive jokes. Stop letting people sit by themselves. Stop being rude and stop being selfish. But keep listening. Keep inviting people to tag along. Keep being the people that I know can save lives.