Sweet torture
Inescapable fate
Running through stems of veins
In ounces of amount
Yet
It isn't blood
Which easily comes and go
Dies and immediately replaced
It isn't oxygen
Which sustains
And very much desirable
But this we crave
This we are cursed with
True, a blessing it may be
To others
But to some
It raises envy
Hate
Longing
Because it comes
In all forms
It varies
In state, most of all
Visible everywhere

Have you guessed it
My dear friend?
That thing we both behold?
It's life

So
Can you tell
This dear old fool
Why we are grateful for it
Why we believe it to be a grace
For is it not
What I worded it to be?
An inescapable fate
A cursed fate
It is but a traitor
Our friend
Dear and true
That eventually comes
And stabs you in the back
Not once
Not twice
But countless times
Innumerable periods of time
It ******
Digs blade into you
Molds you
In the most painful ways
Why?
Because we've done
An effort in living it
And for what reason?
When it always ends
The same eventless manner
Death
For does not life
Come with death?
We do not remember
But we know
We've experienced it
Many times
Stone age
Victorian periods
Warring eras
Like the saying goes
"Been there, done that"
So do pray tell
What is the purpose
Of existence?
Of even trying?
When we actually understand
That it always ends the same

If I told you that
You'll be okay in a month's time,
Would you believe me?

Because you will.
You're stronger than you think you are.

(Not a dismissive I'm fine, either,
But 'okay' in the genuine sense.)

Lost in your grief and pain and anger,
You've forgotten just how resilient you really are.

Every time you hit rock bottom,
You discover a hidden strength in you
That you never knew.

When your worst fears come to pass,
You discover that there's life after the storm,
That the boulder seems more like a pine cone in hindsight.

The pain comes and goes like the tide,
But each onslaught will be easier to withstand,
Until it's nothing more than a faint murmur.

You will get back on your feet again
And dare to love and hope again
To dream new dreams.

You think this hell will last forever.
It won't.

None of this makes sense now
But it will soon enough.

And that person who did this to you
Won't even cross your mind.
When you do remember,
The pain fades more and more each time.

So love yourself.
Remember who you are,
What you're made of.

God won't help you -
He already gave you that power.

Do whatever it takes.
Go out
Or stay in.
Hit the gym
Meet people
Read or cook
Write and write and write
Make poems and stories
Make good art,
Like Gaiman said.
Whatever it takes.
Your recovery comes first.

You can do it.
I know you can.

Things will get better,
I promise you.

No matter what I do
No matter how hard I want to try and reach you
Why is it that I can never get any closer?
Don't you see how much my heart aches
Everytime
You try to suppress the tears
Place a facade in front of everyone
Hoping to whatever gods
That no one ever sees the true you
The you that will never be satisfied
The you which is drowning
In the abyss of your mind

No matter what I say
No matter that fills my gut
Why do you still hide
Why do you deny the hands reaching towards you?
Don't you see how much more you can be?

How much better your world actually is compared to mines?

Maybe you can't
But I do
I'm just sorry I can't offer a hand
It was burnt
Severed years ago in a fire
I'm sorry I can't comfort you
I was born mute
Speechless throughout my childhood
I'm sorry I couldn't ask anyone to be with you
I never had siblings
My parents only left me here
Separated before I knew it
No one able to visit me anymore
I'm sorry I can only watch
From this crisp, white bed -my death bed-
Watch you shed tears
For friends
Who left you one by one
I'm sorry I can never come closer
And merely stay immobilized
Within this sheets

I can only wish
I would be by your side soon
Hoping for the ten percent chance
I will survive the operation an hour from now

I can only wish
I'm the only one
Who can't be saved

I watch
everywhere around me
the millions of talents
held by millions of people
where
those who stand out
are those with the greatest ones
favored
adored
loved
but here i am
sometimes noticed
sometimes not
how am i supposed to know
if i'm good enough?
that i should even continue
with this i am doing?
when there are millions out there
better than me
is this what i'm doing
even worth it?
for all i know
you're the only one
seeing this
seeing me