Palm the weight of your fear, Break the siege of your grief. Become a city free of shattered things Stretch your hands toward heaven then blow your worries to the air.
Dear Me, How I wish I can hug you when you hurt yourself, How I wish I can hold you when you're cold, How I wish I could've ended my story differently with a family, a life worth living Without me feeling like my life is worth killing.
The woman let out a sigh as she watched her daughter trying to open the container. She shook her head and took the medicine from her little baby. “Yes, those are medicines. And they are locked because naughty children like you might drink them without permission.” She chuckled.
Not gonna lie, I still say shit about people until now, I am still a terrible person. I am just more mindful of my actions now. Because I know how bad it feels to want to stop feeling things and to feel desperate of getting rid of the pain.