i've had questions.
who are you?
why can't i believe in your existence?
i want to, i want to believe in a higher power.
i want to believe that there is someone watching over me,
protecting me, blessing me with love and guiding me through life.
but i don't understand.
i don't understand who or what you are.
why do people depend on you?
when do you decide to help, and when to hinder?
how can you choose who to save, and who to leave behind?

We cut when we’re not brave enough to die, just yet just yet

Dark lies often have a darker truth.

Have the faith to pray.
Have the desire to dream.
Have the will to fight.
Have the grit to achieve.
Have the passion to want.
Have the goals within reach.
Have the discipline to push.
Have the voice that speaks.
Have the positive attitude.
Have the courage to smile.
Have the guts to take a stand.
Have the love that stretches for miles.
Have the character of one wholesome.
Have the patience of a rock.
Have the morals of one holy.
Have the spirit of a warrior.

It feels like
impending doom.
It feels irrational.
It feels insane.
It feels like a snowball
rolling into an avalanche
wiping me off my feet
hurling me down the mountain
skidding me to a halt
debris piling on top of me
and leaving me to slowly suffocate.