Sanity

Until the storm clouds pass and the dark subsides, you wallow in your own shallow grave. Digging holes you can't get out of, trying to start a spark to connect to the outside world. Listening for a breath, a quiet sign that someone is actually listening to you. A sign other than your own heart beat, that someone else is alive. Maybe they care, maybe they don't, but it helps you hold on to what little sanity you have left.

For you

All you have the right to ask of anyone is for them to try. If you can get their best, then congratulations.

I've given my best, I've tried my best, I've done my best. Sometimes I don't feel like living, but I do anyway. Sometimes I don't feel like smiling, but I always find a way. Even on the brink of tears, I pull out a smile and whip out kindness. Why? Because no one needs to feel the way I do. I may not be happy, but knowing I can add  a little more happiness to someone else's day makes mine a little more worth living. I am the person I am today because there is no one else like me. I am here to help them, not me. I can help me on the way. But I am here for you.

I may not be where I want to, but I can look back on my life and be ready to die today. I may not have finished everything I wanted to, but I finished enough; I finished what needed to be done. I look back and can smile because I know I overcame that pain. I walked through the impossible and got back on my feet after being buried. So now I'm going to be here for you.