Don't tell me that.
That you don't think what I do is hard.
Don't tell me that.
That what you study is better than what I study.
Don't mock me.
You can't do what I do.
No one can do what I do.
That's the beauty of being creating things.
No two people can create the same two things.
Have fun doing surgery and risking people's lives.
I have a culture to inspire.

Somtimes
My
Insane
Life
Eradicates
   My
   Youth.
       Don't
       Ask.
       Real
       Life
       Is
       Not
       Great.
Smile, my darling. Everything works out in the end.

Everything is fine.
Everything is always fine.
Everything is always ******* fine.
It's not though.
You know that.
I know that.
Why are we pretending then?
Because we have to.
Because if we didn't we would lose it.
Because if we didn't nothing would be the same.
Nothing would be safe.
Nothing would be okay.
We're not fine.
But let's lie and pretend that we are.

Sunshine.
Green grass.
Fresh air.
Happiness.
Long walks.
Longer talks.
Everything one day at a time.
Live it up which you can.
It is, after all,  this sweet summertime.

When someone cries, they shouldn't be alone.
When someone cries and you're there, don't just look at them.
When a friend cries, be there for them.
Wrap your arms around them.
Hold their hand.
Wipe a tear away.
Comfort.
It's needed when someone cries.
Don't sit there complacent.
Move to them.
Let them know that you're there.
Not doing so just adds to the hurt.
The pain.
They're still crying alone.
They're still hurting alone.
They're still alone.

Left behind.
When my life spirals out of control.
Three strikes and I'm out.
I've not only reached the third strike.
I've surpassed it.
Kick me while I'm down.
Battered.
Bruised.
Pain.
Emotional.
Physical.
Emotional.
Em­otional.
Emotional.
It's just too much.
Too much.
Too much.
I'm either not enough.
Or too much.
Yay.

There is always hope.
In the deepest darkness.
In the most intense sadness.
In the strongest rage.
There is always hope.
It's hard to see.
But there it is.
Glimmering.
It's a tiny shimmer.
It's the power to press on.
It's the strength to power through.
It's what fills the void of a loss.
It's what dries the tears.
It's the light in a smile.
It's the only thing that you could ever need.
But, sometimes, it strife is too draining to find hope.
Sometimes, life is too difficult to make it on your own.
And those are the times that someone has to take your hand.
Lead the way.
Show you the hope.
Life is difficult.
But together.
There is always hope.