When It Isn’t Working Out

It gets hard to think when you don’t know
the story of a person you wish you’d known,
It’s hard to be a part of a history that started a whole lifetime ago.

It’s easy to think that they don’t really care
and were perfectly fine before you were there.
It gets easy to notice the discrepancies
In every single moment you share.

But you can’t rewrite history into something it’s not,
so the best you can do is keep makin’ it and don’t give up givin’ it your best shot.

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To the Person Who’s Soul Has Died

I know that the world has ended for you.

And I know that you don’t want to talk to anybody, much less get out of your room.

I know that the only thing you want to do right now is fling yourself onto your bed, curl up in a ball, and squeeze yourself as tightly as you can.

You do that. Just do that.

I know what other people are saying, I know what the world says, I know what you’ve said and what you’ve thought.

Just forget all that for now and stop.

Breathe.

Sit and listen.

Cry or sleep or run a marathon if that’s what you want. This moment is for you and only you.

I know what you’re feeling.

Just stay silent.

Think.

Or don’t think.