To: You
From: Me

Open this letter when you feel like you have no more reason to stay alive~
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Hey! Cheer up! It's just a bad moment, a really bad one. I know you can pass through it and later on you'll see that it wasn't that bad. I do know because I also have those moments, when I just want to break down and let go everything. So I know that right now it is that bad, with all those negative thoughts inside your head, with all those voices screaming that you're in pain, that you're not needed, that you want to get away from all this. Don't do that, don't get away from it, don't let those voices get to you, it's not your time yet, you have a lot that you should fight for. You have a lot of reasons to keep going and I'm one of them as you're one for me. And remember, I'm here with you. You're not alone in this.
                                                 
       ­                                           Sara Leal
                                                           ­                                      24/01/18

The day is over.
The sun is setting,
Darkness is coming.

Yellow fades to orange and pink.
The sky turns a light blue,
The day is over.

The moon peeks behind the clouds,
The stars are starting to twinkle.
Darkness is coming.

The sun is leaving,
while the bright blue turns deep.
The day is over.

It slips away,
The light has faded.
Darkness is coming.

Life is the day,
Death is the night.
The day is over.
Darkness is coming.

In a hush of whispered lips you told me of how he hurt you.
All I could say then was how I wished I could take your pain away.
But now I see you shining in the dark, illuminating the path for me to walk and I am grateful I am not alone.

Just as wetness gather in the corner of my eyes
Or my heart goes wild thumping, panicking,
a fierce warrior arises with armor, shielding,
standing between me and the entire world,
ready to deflect anything that befalls me.
The warrior of self comes to my defense  
crooning to me in the most heavenly voice
whispering the most assuring words
with belief in me, chasing away distress.  
Well composed and indifferent as  I may seem today
the warrior was born when I had sunk to the ground,
crawling, weeping, struggling to get back up on my foot.
When I rose, there arose a warrior too in my mind.
Thence not a drop of tear I could drop on the ground.

I can’t find the words to say to you
So I went to a florist
Maybe I’ll say it in daisies or maybe peonies will do
I don’t get this sentimental
I hope you don’t think I’m mental as I offer these to you
You’re as sweet as sunshine and I sure wish you could be mine
Because I would shower you in every flower in this room
You’re an intoxicating perfume

I used to look at him, the way I looked at the moon
In trance, and in admiration,
a mere thought of him was intoxicating.

To savor this remaining love left in me;
I wished to be caught in this dream forever,
but reality was too cruel.

When I awoke, I felt nothing.
It has been months since,
I have not caught a single glimpse of him.
The truth was, it was fading.

Yet I tried my hardest to keep it with me.
I held our love in my hands
like a pile of sand, slowly,
watching it slip out of my grasp.

Tell me who you are.
Tell me what makes you tick.
Do you like the sound of rain?
Or do you prefer the sun?
Do you eat dessert for breakfast?
Or breakfast for dinner?
Is coffee what you crave in the morning?
Or is your first thought a nicotine fix?
Do you sleep peacefully?
Or do you lay awake tormented?
Do your skeletons dance in the closet?
Or do ghosts hide under your bed?
Do you prefer the storm?
Or revel in the stars?
What do you need to get through your day?
And do you think I could ever be one of those things?