This life will break you; it's funny like that.
And despite what our mothers said,
no one can protect you from it.
You could wrap your heart in the softest silk
and place it in a box lined with
cloud-like foam, and you'd still break.
Nothing leaves you more vulnerable than an empty chest,
pitted with the fear and loneliness that the darkness brings.  
Some would argue that you only need love to survive.
But what happens when the heart aches?
When you've fallen in so deep that you can no longer see the surface?
The truth is, the only protection against life lies in the soul.
It's in the bones, the very fibers of who you are.
Your body is the house, and your soul is the foundation.
The heart is the fuel, and your soul is the fire.
You must feed it, nurture it, indulge your inner child.
Most of all, you have to be patient and kind,
for nothing is more dark and lonely than a person
who let the embers burning in their chest grow cold.