sometimes it truly feels as if all the emotional pain inside you, is trying to claw its way out; all the while of eating away at your skin and bones and poking holes in your heart. it'll drive you mad. it'll weigh you down. it'll feel impossible to heal. it'll make you think you need to feel external pain in order to relieve it, but don't let it trick you into doing that. everything you could ever need to fight against the pain and heartache resides in your soul. it's your core. it's what holds your body, your mind, and your heart together. it holds your passions and interests and preferences. you are you for a reason. think of everyone's different passions and such, as their personal weapons. almost as if the universe knew exactly what each person needed to fight against all the evils and heartache. your soul is your toolbox. your weapon forging lab. you have your heart that keeps you alive. you have your mind that processes words and reason. you have your body that holds those elements. but most importantly, you have your soul holding your emotions and your moral compass. never forget that.
this is not a poem. this is a letter to all of you. // emotional pain is never easy, no one should ever have to go through such extreme amounts of it that they feel as if the only way to relieve it-- to heal from it, is to feel physical pain. // i see you. i notice you. you are not invisible and you are certainly not alone. each one of you are strung intricately beautiful. each one of you are packed with the necessities you need to fight against the things that are causing you pain. everything you need, resides in your soul. remember that.