A Short Message of Hope?
You are not ready to die.
I know it may seem this way.
You’ve got all the tools to do it –
And your mind is numb. Made up.
No, darling, you are not ready to go.
You are so young, no matter the number
Your age may claim.
You have only ever lived on the cross-streets
Of Pain and Hollowness.
You have only ever felt the impending darkness,
Even as you laugh in moments of bliss.
No, you have not lived –
And you cannot die if you have not lived.
There are 7 Billion people in this world,
Increasing every time you open your eyes,
And you have met less than 2%.
You cannot judge the world from this.
So what if your own blood has brought
You an entire galaxy of light-catching tears?
There must be a face out there
That will bring the sun.
You have not met everyone.
You have not truly lived.
Of course, if you must leave…
I give you my blessing to go.
May I recommend a bus? A car or a train?
Perhaps your own two feet will do.
If you must stop this pain you feel,
Heavy on your heart till the broken pieces shake
Under the weight of your mind so convinced
That the world you live in is the entire
Universe…
Leave this world.
Run for a block,
Or a mile, or a day.
Drive to the end of the city
Or state, or country.
Walk, run, fly, drive…
It does not matter how.
But I can promise you one thing, my dear…
You will find more people
Who see your heart and can rejoice will smiles
And cheers of “Me too!”
You will see more places
That will make those dark clouds appear lighter
You will reach your dreams
And,
If you ever doubt this, remember that when you
Were five you wanted to be a princess,
Or maybe even a superhero.
Dreams always change with you.
They are always attainable.
You will get all these things
And so much more
When you choose to leave your world
With a vehicle
And not by the end of a gun
Or the knot of a rope.
And I promise that it will soothe
All your aches for happiness
Much more than your razor blades
Ever will.
You have not lived yet,
And you cannot die,
If you have not lived.