I can’t promise that the pain will stop tomorrow or the day after that, but I do promise that you have people who need you to live a lot more than you feel the need to die. Living is a choice, but life is a privilege – a privilege gets taken away against however many thousands of people’s wills every single day. Please choose to live.
What do you do with so much love to give
and no one to give it to?
What do you do with a heart that’s about to burst
because no one can hear it beat?
How do you learn to look people in the eye
when all they ever see is what’s behind you?
How do you continue to give
when you’re already in debt?
How do you learn to fall again
when all it ever taught you was that
your scars are only a reminder of the times
no one was there to catch you?
I don’t just want someone who will let me in. I want someone who will rip the doors from their hinges, letting me know they’ll never be closed again. I want someone to let me know just how bad the sense of urgency is for me to be where they are.