Three things I believe are worth a thousand words: A smile, a kiss, and a picture.
She makes me feel alive, and she’s the person who encourages me to keep on living. She makes me feel loved and she’s the person who inspires me to find ways to keep on healing.
I’m afraid of turning twenty-two, and there’s a darkness inside of me that says twenty-one years of existence is enough. There’s no need to suffer further anymore, but then I’d be thinking maybe I’ll survive if I choose to remain patient because maybe there’s a miracle that’s waiting for me in the future.
In the past, I was a very futuristic person with a lot of hope and dreams and chased magic every chance that I get, but here I am now with a lot of broken memories and doubts.
It will be Christmas soon, and despite many saying that depression rises on December but paradoxically suicide rates drop as well, it’s still my favorite season of the year. And I feel like she’s my Christmas and she’s the light inside of me that I will always treasure and feel grateful for.
She’s the light that I am always seeking in times when all I can think of is to end it all.
And I am starting to learn that when someone says ‘I want to die’ it doesn’t necessarily mean that they’re holding a gun to their head, ready to jump from a forty story building or swallow the pills they’re hiding under the bed. ‘I want to die’ could be the same as ‘Look at me. I’m in so much pain. I’m failing my classes on purpose. It has been five days since I last took a shower and my breath smells like too much alcohol.’ ‘I want to die’ could be the very definition of ‘I don’t care about anything anymore, and I need someone to help me’ and of course you’d have to help them because they are tired of life or at the very least—send them to someone you know they can trust.
Loneliness is having a party
in my mind again and that’s okay.
I am surrounded
Some treat me like
sunlight and some treat me like
I cry myself to sleep
and no one knows that the truth
about loneliness is that it protects
ones heart from everything but itself.
There’s a funeral in my heart,
and the casket is too small for my
childish soul that screams ‘Let me out!’
I want to live without thinking
about who will miss me when I’m gone
because I’m tired of writing all these goodbye
letters that mean nothing without a recipient.
There’s a funeral in my heart
and there are no flowers because
nobody wants to give flowers to a suicide.
I wish I can say sorry for being
so selfish but that would mean apologizing
for the nights I’ve tried to hold it all together
like rebuilding Rome for a day—I have nothing to say.
There’s a funeral in my heart
and I am all alone here with the lights closed
because the window might glow and I am not light.
I am not light.
As the day begins, I hope you remember these 3 things: Inner peace is when you realize that you don’t have to have to figure it out all at once, taking a step back is sometimes necessary for you to keep things in perspective and practicing gratitude is always key to making more room for good things to come into your life.