More often than not, you find that you don't really want to die.
Maybe it happens after you swallow the pills,
or maybe it happens when you slit your wrists too deep.
Or maybe it happens when you feel the life slipping out of your shell of your body on the ***** bathroom floor of your father's house.
Or maybe it happens when you see the face of a God
you spent 17 years cursing.
You are young and you'll experience love and pain and loss intensely and it'll seem like your life is falling apart at times.
But you are strong enough to build it back up from its bare bones.
You are not your failures.
You are not a mirage of tangled memories and unfulfilled promises.
You are a kaleidoscope of color,
a collision of atoms moving at the speed of light.
You are the wind,
You are the sun,
You are the moon,
You are all my stars.
You are all these things and so much more
and I hope that you will find strength in the little things that make this
life worthwhile.
I hear it's beautiful on the other side, but you've yet to taste the spectrum so stay a little longer for me, please?
My mother told me to talk about the future and I looked up and smiled at the sky.