we all heal in the way we need
but always remember
those who choose not to heal
are not worth the risk to your own healing

there's a sort of peace in the ending
a warmth
a comfort
a realization

nothing truly lasts forever
nothing is forever
but after time
that isn't so scary

the end isn't a death sentence
the pain doesn't last forever
you will survive outside of their world
you will thrive

but take your time
to love
to live
to breathe

it won't feel like this forever
nothing hurts forever.

it's a slow spin
descending into darkness
it's dizzying

sanity feels so close
but so far away
reaching for a light
that fades

i don't know if it was the pouring rain
or the music blasting from my radio
but for one simple
fleeting moment
i felt weightless
and free

if i tried to save everyone
would it finally be
enough

or would i continue
to not be
enough

i write to release
my words may not rhyme
they may have no rhythm
but they make sense of the mess

they bleed on the page
a spilt coffee stain
misshapen and crude
but if you look long enough

an image is formed
whether it be of pain, sorrow, love
or even just a flower
blooming from the cracked ground

they take me places i could never say out loud
a safe haven of my own creation
a place to release
a place where i'm free