Never let you fall

You come to me crying, saying that you are done,

That life is pointless; that you shouldn't have one.

But everyone here needs you to stay.

So, I'm crying, I'm shaking, please don't go away.

I know what it's like, I've been through it all,

So hang on tight, I’ll never let you fall.

Reach for my hand, 'cause it's held out for you.

My shoulders are small, but you can cry on them too.

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May: Us

I love the way you laugh out loud The way you make me smile The way you're not afraid to hold my hand, if only for a while I love the way you look at me And the way you always care The way you look me in the eyes And sometimes even stare I love the way you give me hugs That sometimes last forever But think you should believe in yourself more, because you are actually really clever. I love the way you understand me completely, And even though it sounds really cheesy, the way you complete me.

How are you?

How are you? Three simple words. Infinite answers. What answer do you wish to hear today? Do you want to hear about my pain, the heaviness, thoughts and fears that I keep? Do you wish to know about my web of secrets and lies that are tearing me apart inside? What about the self-harm or the suicidal thoughts? Do you want to know how alone I feel and how many nights I have cried myself to sleep this week? And do you want to know for you , to help me , or to simply have something to talk about at your next meal? Think carefully. Don’t want to know? No, I didn't think so. So I guess I'm fine thank you, how are you?

Mindset

I keep preaching to work hard and follow your dreams, yet my mindset has been the complete opposite lately. I’m sitting around in idleness, achieving absolutely nothing, thinking to myself, what’s happening to me? It’s like I’m purposely choosing to trap myself in this cage, and if I fail? I’ll only have myself to blame. I can’t bring myself to do anything when I’m in this state, So when I preach to others,I feel so fake. I’ve gotten used to this feeling, I’ve become comfortable, I’ve lost count of the days, It’s all become one long stream of consciousness where everyday feels the same. No routine, no stability - lately, there hasn’t even been a plan A. Just sleeping, doing nothing and wasting the time away. I’ve become the person I hate. Feeling all sense of hopelessness, constantly making the same mistakes again, and again, and again. My mind has gone blank, I've lost ambition, and it just becomes harder and ha...

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