Monday, July 14, 2014

a letter to my future suicidal self (on why i should keep going.)

first off, i know this world is a really shitty place to be.
trust me, nothing is rainbows and unicorns and cotton candy.
nothing.
but there's reasons to hold on a little bit longer, and i promise you they will never change.

stay here for your family.

stay here for your friends.

stay here for that one kid you've never actually talked to but they were nice to you anyways so stay here for their kindness. or kindness as a whole.

stay here for your dog. Bella has never betrayed you.
she'll miss waking up in your parents bed after the millionth time you've called her to find your face. the belly rubs. the frisbee toss and bone hiding. stay here for her.

for god's sakes, stay here for Erin and Ian and Campbell and Courtney, and all the others who have tried to save you. your existence is a gift to them.

stay here because you're a damn good poet. someone's going to need that someday.

stay here because of the good days. the days where you find no guilt in being happy. those are good days.

stay here for your teachers. you've touched them emotionally (and academically). they would be so hurt to have you gone. they wouldn't even get to watch you graduate.

stay here for your parents. i know, i know, they've been creating rough waters in the sea that is your mind for so long now, but if you leave... they'll want to leave too. everyone you are close to will want to leave too.

stay here because dying hurts too much. physically, for you, and mentally for all of those you have touched.

things may not get better. you don't know the future. but i know this: 
if this is truly your lowest point, 
and you cant go any further unless you find yourself 6 feet under, 
you have to push against the floor of this ocean and float up. 
just float up, and find air, my friend.

your good side will be waiting for you.

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