i know you're hopeless
i know, because i was there
because i've felt this emptiness you're now grappling with
i know how it feels to sit alone
on the floor of your room gripping tightly to the warmest jacket you own
sobbing silently into the fabric
for fear that your mother might hear you
but spring comes again and it will be just as beautiful
as it always is
don't accept that this is your forever
the sadness will linger,
but
you
will
recover.