#35

My mother needs me;

even my dad needs me too.

How terrible of a son can I be

if all I’ve ever thought about is leaving?

The world is cruel;

the world is unfair.

But it does not mean

I, too, should follow suit.

Forget about hope;

forget about miracles;

what matters is you’re alive;

what matters is you’re here;

what truly matters is you.

You can’t give up for such a minor setback.

Your heart may break, but it can mend.

You get hurt falling down —

can you not get up?

You’ve been so long inside this bubble

you’ve always thought was your world.

No!

This is no longer you being sheltered.

No!

This is no longer you staying in your comfort zone.

It is you.

You know you want to reach out

beyond the cage you’ve been in

almost all your life.

You crave it, don’t you?

Why not try?

The answer can be more than the noose you’re holding,

or the metallic sharp object you always let bluntly

kiss or dance on your skin.

It is even higher than the edges of cliffs

you’ve always wanted to visit.

It’s more than that.

You are more than that.

So—

Live.

Live.

Live on.