Every second soaked in silence.
Every portrait smeared with blood.
The message is shown.
Clearer than the tears that stain my face,
But more vague than my emotions,
Jumbled around in the empty, unforgiving abyss of my mind.
It is written in a language only able to be deciphered by those who have felt the pain of one thousand knives in their heart.
Those who have felt the pain of their own mind,
Tearing them limb from limb with mere thoughts.

The message is this:
Stop just existing.
Live.
Take chances.
Abandon your comfort zone.
That's how life is supposed to be lived.
Not wallowing in your sorrows.
I know it's hard.
Believe me,
I know.
But believe me in this too,
It's worth it.