No one can decipher the pain one goes through while imparting the smallest of scars on their skin. Actions become a blur during that one moment of pure insanity. The world stops making any sense and you lose yourself. You're lost, with no one to guide you. You're slowly killing yourself, with no one to stop you. And as you engrave those cuts on your wrist, enigmatic ecstasy fills your soul, consuming its emptiness.
And a question that stabbed me every single time was, why. Are we not there for you enough ? Have we not done enough to make you stay ? You'll leave the world unanswered tomorrow. We'll be the ones left, crying over you, wanting you back. You'll be gone. Not in hell, nor will it be heaven. Your soul will linger here, haunting every single one of us. The regret, the guilt.. nothing will justify your absence. That split second of hopelessness that you gave into will make us suffer forever.
Those scars will define you. Those cuts will never fade away. Years from now, the reasons for which you inflicted pain on yourself will seem irrational and trivial. I've seen death at an arms distance. People fighting to survive, wanting to live. Victoriously emerging from it, or bravely succumbing to it. Not giving up hope, because love is all they wanted to hold on to. They wanted to live, to love, to explore this beautiful gift that none of us interpret the meaning of. Life.
We'll learn the significance of every little thing that seems unimportant now. We'll learn to be stronger than this, we'll learn what death really means. We'll follow our dreams and drown into them selflessly, and work towards achieving them. Today, our own 'friends' judge us. Tomorrow, it'll be the world criticizing us. If we allow this to break us, then there's no point of life. People will use you, will treat you like you mean absolutely nothing to them, even when you've worked so hard to stay float in the ocean of their problems.
No matter how badly they treat you, never let your happiness depend on them. Don't shut yourself down, people will still care no matter how hard you push them away.
No matter how much they've hurt you, don't physically punish yourself for it. It's hard to fight against the world when you're fighting against your own self.
And in this moment of your lust for pain, you'll want someone to understand you. You'll want someone not to treat you like you belong to a mental asylum. You don't want to be spoken to differently, to be looked at in a pathetically sympathetic way. All you want from someone is to be there for you. To make things better for you. You're tired of being alone, people blaming you for every single thing. People hate on you without knowing your story, they've murdered your happiness without being acknowledged with the journey you were forced to undertake. They think you don't care, whereas your heart sharply contradicts this lie, that's now become the truth. You think too much, you think you're not good enough.
Stare at those scars for a while. Promise to be so strong that nothing can ever break you, ever. Your virtues, your capacity for sacrifice, your own love conquered you. You're often broken, shattered, defeated,destructed. But learn to rise above that. Think of anyone who cares while even thinking of scarring yourself again. Think of the most beautiful memory you've ever made with someone, even though it may have turned bitter at the present. Think of the future that lies ahead, filled with ambitions and dreams. Whenever you feel vulnerable to hurting yourself, learn to control the maddening, unbridled impulsiveness.
And remember this, I'll be here for you. You want to scream at me, inflict the pain on me instead of yourself ? I'm here. You want to blame it all on me, push me away ? I'm here. You want me to fight for you, be it us against the world ? I'm here. You need someone to break down to ? I'm here.
You want someone to forgive you even if you repeat this sin ? I'm still here.
And a question that stabbed me every single time was, why. Are we not there for you enough ? Have we not done enough to make you stay ? You'll leave the world unanswered tomorrow. We'll be the ones left, crying over you, wanting you back. You'll be gone. Not in hell, nor will it be heaven. Your soul will linger here, haunting every single one of us. The regret, the guilt.. nothing will justify your absence. That split second of hopelessness that you gave into will make us suffer forever.
Those scars will define you. Those cuts will never fade away. Years from now, the reasons for which you inflicted pain on yourself will seem irrational and trivial. I've seen death at an arms distance. People fighting to survive, wanting to live. Victoriously emerging from it, or bravely succumbing to it. Not giving up hope, because love is all they wanted to hold on to. They wanted to live, to love, to explore this beautiful gift that none of us interpret the meaning of. Life.
'One of the best feelings in the world is knowing that some of the most beautiful days of our lives haven't happened yet'How hard is it to stay strong, to break through, knowing that we always have something to look forward to ? One day, we'll be going to a job we love. We'll be returning to a person that we love. We'll be able to travel the world, attend tons of concerts, be someone we've always wanted to be.
We'll learn the significance of every little thing that seems unimportant now. We'll learn to be stronger than this, we'll learn what death really means. We'll follow our dreams and drown into them selflessly, and work towards achieving them. Today, our own 'friends' judge us. Tomorrow, it'll be the world criticizing us. If we allow this to break us, then there's no point of life. People will use you, will treat you like you mean absolutely nothing to them, even when you've worked so hard to stay float in the ocean of their problems.
No matter how badly they treat you, never let your happiness depend on them. Don't shut yourself down, people will still care no matter how hard you push them away.
No matter how much they've hurt you, don't physically punish yourself for it. It's hard to fight against the world when you're fighting against your own self.
And in this moment of your lust for pain, you'll want someone to understand you. You'll want someone not to treat you like you belong to a mental asylum. You don't want to be spoken to differently, to be looked at in a pathetically sympathetic way. All you want from someone is to be there for you. To make things better for you. You're tired of being alone, people blaming you for every single thing. People hate on you without knowing your story, they've murdered your happiness without being acknowledged with the journey you were forced to undertake. They think you don't care, whereas your heart sharply contradicts this lie, that's now become the truth. You think too much, you think you're not good enough.
Stare at those scars for a while. Promise to be so strong that nothing can ever break you, ever. Your virtues, your capacity for sacrifice, your own love conquered you. You're often broken, shattered, defeated,destructed. But learn to rise above that. Think of anyone who cares while even thinking of scarring yourself again. Think of the most beautiful memory you've ever made with someone, even though it may have turned bitter at the present. Think of the future that lies ahead, filled with ambitions and dreams. Whenever you feel vulnerable to hurting yourself, learn to control the maddening, unbridled impulsiveness.
And remember this, I'll be here for you. You want to scream at me, inflict the pain on me instead of yourself ? I'm here. You want to blame it all on me, push me away ? I'm here. You want me to fight for you, be it us against the world ? I'm here. You need someone to break down to ? I'm here.
You want someone to forgive you even if you repeat this sin ? I'm still here.
