Hope.
Tell me everything will be alright.
When I feel like I'm up to my throat in unfinished projects, give me hope.
When my mom kicks me out of the house after a fight, and I'm crying in your arms; reassure me that love is here and that I'll make it through.
I know I'm strong.
I know I can survive any breakdown, or get through my highs and lows,
But I also need to know that all this work:
All this constant self-reassurance,
All the times standing in the mirror and telling yourself "youre good enough,"
All the relapses and steps to recover...
Is worth it.
Fill my head with so much positive that I cant make space for new negative.
Your "its going to get better"s are my air.
I cant live without knowing it will all be good in the end.
I cant live without hope.
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