How lost one can get,
I cannot begin to explain.
The impulsive, reckless behavior drives you mad.
In such darkness shines a light.
The flame of survival.
Vicious, untamable, destructive.
But it burns on.
It burns on.
Even on fumes, it blazes through the night.
Because you know this suffering is not forever.
You know that this will end.
You don't know what the **** is happening.
But you know, you have to
Survive.
You know, how, to survive.
Because there comes the point where you no longer wish to be saved when you no longer wish to fight.
And that is terrifyingly comforting.
Giving up brings relief it brings, the end of suffering.
But fighting and destroying the shadows will bring you life, happiness, and peace.
So **** it.
**** it all.
**** everything.
You will survive.
You will survive falling from the clouds, and you will survive the trenches.
And when you do,
Life will be waiting.
I will be waiting for you.
I write this on surviving your madness, your depression, your suicidal dreams. just surviving in general really, it's hard. but it can be done