Understanding

"I know how you feel. I used to feel the same pain as you do now" Pinkie Pie sighs.

You are slightly suprised,

You have never seen Pinkie Pie as a very serious pony,

She is always so happy and cheerful,

And to see her like this,

Actually makes you sadden,

And the cuts return with ferocity.

"Show me your arms" she says,

You pull back the jacket sleeves,

To reveal the numerous bandages,

Some old and some new,

But all stained with blood,

From the pain you try to dispel,

She then shows you her own arms,

They have many scars,

Which scares you deeply.

"I used to be a pony like you. Not feeling cared about or loved" she says,

You listen keenly,

She soon gets off her chair and walks over to your side and puts a hoof around you.

"But I learned something. Ponies love you. Your life has so much potential and to simply cut it short makes the world feel pain and anguish in its veins. I love you even though I barely even know you" she says as she kisses you on the cheek and hugs you tightly,

You feel the warmness of the kiss and the embrace of the hug,

"Wow Pinkie Pie is the nicest pony I have ever met. She knows how I feel and what I have gone through" you say to yourself,

She then speaks again,

"If you go I will miss you and nopony likes it when another pony cuts their life short and leaves a friend all alone in the world" she says hugging a little tighter.

You feel rather guilty,

You almost have been thinking about yourself this whole time,

And not about the ponies that are around you and love you.

Pinkie releases her embrace,

"Go out and think positive" she says,

And she sends you out the door with cupcake in your hoof and a grin on your face,

You feel a warmth in your heart,

Like the summer sun casting its glow down on a valley.