A Savior Can Exist :3

You live a hard life.

I believe one day you will say good-bye to us all.

For now though,

You’ll bleed your words of sorrow and death filled dreams on the paper.

You’ll drag that razor.

Across that open wrist of skin.

You’ll make the river.

That causes the pain to come down like a flood of crimson.

Can I tell you something, my newly made friend?

Don’t do it.

You may not know it, but your words help others.

You, yes you, even when you’re filled with hate and loneliness, are saving lives.

Your stories of your scars make others feel not so alone.

You make others want to tell their stories.

You make others want to live another day.

Listen to them, your work is a piece of art.

Don’t listen to haters.

Their nothing, but jealous people who can’t admit their insane themselves.

They don’t have the heart or passion like you do.

You’ve got something they don’t... True fans.

Listen to me well kid.

Believe it will get better.

Believe in your dreams.

Because, my new friend, I believe in you.

You’re a savior amongst the destroyers of dreams.