It's sometimes hard to grasp
that people can't fight their inner battles.
Because some of us weren't aware we were in the middle of a war zone
and wanted to take a stroll, only to get a bullet in our chests.
Some of us need immediate medical attention,
but afraid we're being selfish to ask for help because there are so many others
who have similar wounds, or have it even worse.
It's sometimes hard to realize
that we need someone to stitch us up
so that we can walk another mile, until one is ten.
Because life is about falling, getting up, and walking farther.
But, some us need a new leg, because ours was cut off.
Some of us like playing with fire, some of us terrified.
But no matter what, all of us feel the burn - the heat.
It's sometimes hard to speak up
because we've been shown too many times we aren't normal.
So many of us are crying over the kitchen sink, ice cubes in hand.
Because that's the only way to get the impulse to fade.
It's hard to ask a simple request, because then it feels so much more real.
We don't want people to notice our fake smiles, or forced laughs.
And we're afraid to climb life's mountain,
because the more you go up, the harder your fall will be.
It's sometimes hard to recognize
that it's okay to be afraid or feel like it is the end of the world
But it's also important to know, it will be okay.
We all need swim past the sharks and riptides,
but it's also okay to have someone pull you out the water for a breath.
Maybe your mound is still bleeding, but it will heal.
Some of us are scared to breathe because we've seen what poisonous gas does.
So it's okay to ask for a gas mask, just make sure you pass it on.
It's sometimes hard to fathom
a time where you'll smile for you, instead of someone else.
Or to take the leap between trees, but you have to because the forest is burning down.
Some of us can't get to the finish line without a drink of water.
But we still have to keep running on the track.
Even if you have to lie to yourself at first.
But, if we want to be happy, we have to make sure
the happiness we seek is worth a decade of wars for.
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 11:37 AM UTC
It's sometimes hard to grasp
that people can't fight their inner battles.
Because some of us weren't aware we were in the middle of a war zone
and wanted to take a stroll, only to get a bullet in our chests.
Some of us need immediate medical attention,
but afraid we're being selfish to ask for help because there are so many others
who have similar wounds, or have it even worse.
It's sometimes hard to realize
that we need someone to stitch us up
so that we can walk another mile, until one is ten.
Because life is about falling, getting up, and walking farther.
But, some us need a new leg, because ours was cut off.
Some of us like playing with fire, some of us terrified.
But no matter what, all of us feel the burn - the heat.
It's sometimes hard to speak up
because we've been shown too many times we aren't normal.
So many of us are crying over the kitchen sink, ice cubes in hand.
Because that's the only way to get the impulse to fade.
It's hard to ask a simple request, because then it feels so much more real.
We don't want people to notice our fake smiles, or forced laughs.
And we're afraid to climb life's mountain,
because the more you go up, the harder your fall will be.
It's sometimes hard to recognize
that it's okay to be afraid or feel like it is the end of the world
But it's also important to know, it will be okay.
We all need swim past the sharks and riptides,
but it's also okay to have someone pull you out the water for a breath.
Maybe your mound is still bleeding, but it will heal.
Some of us are scared to breathe because we've seen what poisonous gas does.
So it's okay to ask for a gas mask, just make sure you pass it on.
It's sometimes hard to fathom
a time where you'll smile for you, instead of someone else.
Or to take the leap between trees, but you have to because the forest is burning down.
Some of us can't get to the finish line without a drink of water.
But we still have to keep running on the track.
Even if you have to lie to yourself at first.
But, if we want to be happy, we have to make sure
the happiness we seek is worth a decade of wars for.
I hope anyone reading this knows you have to get up.
But if you can't, that's okay.
I'm rooting for every single one of you.
I am cheering for your every step.
It's okay need a helping hand, but once they give you a little shove.
Thank them and continue.
It's okay to need to take a breath.
Breathe, look at the sky, and know someone is looking out for you.
And if you think no one is there for you
you're right.
Because I am No one (:
So this if you needed a sign to move forward, here it is.
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