Life is not depression
Love is not failure
We are not useless.

Life is not hopeless
Love is not a burden
We are not small.

Life is not unforgiving
Love is not untouchable
We are not lost causes.

Life is beautifully cruel,
Cruel in the way that it's almost as if it takes pleasure
In our rivers of tears and outcries.
But it lifts us up every now and then,
And it lifts us up high.
It drops us again, but the rush is worth the fall... isn't it?

Love is refreshingly pure,
Not every emotion humans feel is hatred and love.
There is just one type of love,
And the rest are just stemmed of that beautiful action.
That's where we fall and shatter though
Love is not a feeling!
It is not something that demands to be felt!
It demands to be held
And nourished and protected.

We are not useless.
Stop giving up, darling.
Stop...please!

You aren't even close to your last chance or your last strength
You were given this life because you can handle it.
All you have to do is decide that you will handle it.