I’ve recently been quite pro-active and cleaning my room and my computers. And in doing so, I’ve found some old things and one of them I think I should share with you because I never did.

So, here is my poem, if that’s what you want to call it, titled: Stop.

Stop.

Just stop for one second and think of what you’re doing.

It’s hard and painful, and you don’t think you can cope anymore, but you can.

You’re stronger than you think, more powerful than you could ever imagine.

You don’t think you can cope? Then don’t, instead of coping, fight.

Fight for who you are and what you believe in. If not with actions then with words.

You’re more vital to the world than you believe.

Don’t give up such a beautiful soul because of the tainted ones.

Just, stop.