I see you there, struggling in the dark,
Feeling like life has lost its spark.
I know the thoughts, I\u2019ve been there too,
Wondering if anyone would care if you\u2019re through.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It starts so quiet, a whisper in your head,
Telling you maybe you’d be better off dead.
You try to shake it, pretend you\u2019re fine,
But it grows louder, like a ticking line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You smile at people, but inside you cry,
Hoping that no one will ask you why.
You think of leaving, just disappearing,
Because all the pain is too hard, too searing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But let me tell you this, from someone who\u2019s been,
Down that road, feeling trapped within
You are more than this moment, more than this pain,
There\u2019s a future for you, even in the rain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I once thought it would be easier to quit,
That no one would notice if I didn\u2019t exist.
But I was wrong, so very wrong,
And I\u2019m still here, still going strong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I talked to a friend, shared my tears,
And though I was scared, they didn\u2019t disappear.
They held my hand, they didn\u2019t judge,
And little by little, I started to emerge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I found help, I learned to heal,
To believe that my life was still real.
I learned that feelings don\u2019t last forever,
That bad days come, but so do better ones, clever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You don\u2019t have to fight this all by yourself,
Please don\u2019t hide your pain on a shelf.
Talk to someone, share the load,
There\u2019s no shame in walking a heavy road.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You matter more than you know right now,
And I promise, one day, you\u2019ll figure out how
To see the light, to feel the sun,
To know that your life is worth being won.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So hold on, even if it\u2019s just for today,
Reach out to someone, find a way.
There\u2019s hope ahead, I swear it\u2019s true\u2014
And the world is better with you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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