Hey, you,
You are an amazing human; not born by accident.
I know it feels like the world is closing in,
Like the weight on your chest
Keeps getting heavier,
Like your voice doesn\u2019t matter,
It’s Like no one sees you,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But listen,
You don\u2019t have to carry this alone.
You don\u2019t have to end your story here.
Pain has a way of lying,
Of whispering that it\u2019ll never get better,
That no one cares.
But I promise you,
That voice is wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wait one more second.
One more moment.
Let the tears fall,
But don\u2019t let them drown you.
Cry if you need to,
Scream if it helps,
But don\u2019t let the silence win.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You\u2019re not alone.
Even when it feels like no one\u2019s watching,
There\u2019s someone who cares,
Someone who notices.
And if no one\u2019s called today,
If no one\u2019s texted,
Let this be your sign
I see you getting stronger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Life is messy,
It\u2019s unfair,
And yes, it hurts so much.
But its important for healing,
And that\u2019s a pain worth fighting for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One more second,
That\u2019s all it takes to get back
For the sun to rise again,
For the storm to ease again,
For someone to say the words you\u2019ve been longing to hear again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Please Hold on.
Your story isn\u2019t over.
And the world is a better place
With you in it, you are never a mistake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
by walking shadow poetry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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