When you're a child, the sun couldn't shine any brighter above your eyes. Glistening down on a beautiful world created by your own imagination. Everything is so fascinating and adventurous. You couldn't picture a place more graceful than the very one you grew in each day. I used to be a child of joy and pure happiness. I used to smile everyday for the things the great man in the sky had given me. But that only lasted so long. Like a record, it can only play so long before it stops. Then you got to switch to another. Unfortunately some of us end up receiving that record that plays nothing other than the songs of a long lost child. You pray the next track will be the new start to a better life, but it isn't. At least not yet. It wasn't til' 6th grade, and all the way to 12th, that I began to experience the life of the underdog. Bullied everyday I entered the building. I've been called almost every name in the book of a failure. Because that's what the monsters make you feel like. Like your a big joke. A waste of space. And I won't lie, the words stick to your mind like a drug. You become so addicted to remembering these negative conflicts that you yourself begin to believe them aswell. You turn on the tv and see that a nine year old took his own life because his bully forced him to. Only nine years and he's missed out on the life God had planned for him. An amazing husband with a beautiful wife and two children as beautiful as a field of flowers. But that field has been burned to ashes by a man/woman who made you believe your life wasn't worth existing. I've attempted ending my own, three times actually. Because like a drug the words haunted my head like demon eating away everything that made me happy. I left all those who bullied and taunted me, beat me to the ground. And I stayed down there only to avoid anymore bullet wounds. But that's not the life God wants us to have. No it surely is not. He wants us to rise together, hand to hand, embracing a beautiful story He has written out for each of us. Because we're His children and He loves us unconditionally. So I look in the mirror, tears streaming down my face from the pain my heart has taken on, and I tell myself I am a beautiful treasure. I tell that person looking back at me that I am blistered and burnt, but I'm being built into a warrior. A bold human being who will reach my hand out to those who've taken on the same enemies as myself. There's a beautiful song by a band called Flyleaf. The song is called "Breaks Your Knees". And in that song a young woman who's struggled herself quotes "life is just a breath, a mist of what's to come". Meaning yes life is the roughest story you'll ever take on. But. Its only a lot like mist, it doesn't last forever. Where heaven is this beautiful enchanted world of forever. No pain, no sorrow, only happiness and love. I'm still learning to this day how to survive the words that break you down. But I believe if we all join one another, we can over-power the demons that try to knock us down. Spilling God's glory into our veins, giving us the strength to overcome any obstacle. Leave your past behind you where it belongs. Lift your head to the light, and let your story be told. Because nobody should be bullied for being different. We were each made in a different unique way. And as a thank you the man above, we shall explode with beauty and compassion. This story came from the person inside who truly believes we can defeat those monsters, and regain that happiness we once held as a child. You're beautiful, now step into the new horizons and live the life you were meant to. Love you all greatly.