Oh my darling.
My beautiful, tearing-at-the-seams darling.
You're still breathing.
You still have every shaking gasping breath,
Willing you to stay alive.
You don't have to choke.
These tears making a salty ocean on your face,
Just lie back.
Don't fight it.
You won't drown this way.
The rivers and streams of precious blood
Pumping through your body
Pumping liquid hope,
Every pint of your blood can save three people.
You are a walking miracle,
A crawling savior,
Don't let the blood leak from your wrists tonight.
Take a deep breath
Even if it trembles.
Find reasons to live.
Reasons to love yourself.
Even if you hate
Every single ******* pore in your body right now.
You are allowed to be a no-show
At the holding-it-together parade.
Fall apart tonight
And get stitched back up.
I'm praying that the stitches
Will be holding together your hope,
Not your wrists.