Words.

For a friend

The craving is waiting.

The craving to end it all.

The desperate need to fall and keep on falling while the walls keep closing and the people would never stop imposing on what was suppose to be your life.

Your dreams bend into nightmares.

The day's become longer as you try to mend together the parts of your life that are trying desperately to leave.

It's a task every morning to heave yourself out of bed and roll down your sleeves so you can start the day.

But the universe was made this way.

It was made so that people like you can come face to face with the time and the place where you see the face that makes you want to stay away.

The universe was made to make you strong and you say that I am wrong when I say that one day you'll sing a song of joy and for once actually mean it.

Don't feel defeated because the joy has not depleted. It is just buried under tons and tons of emotions that tell you you're nothing.

But you're something. When you don't believe you're something you start running, forgetting that there are people here for you no matter what.

I will lay down my life to ensure that you are safe. I will sacrifice myself to make sure that you are in a place where you feel safe and that bright smile never leaves your face.

I cannot express my feeling without wanting and feeling the feeling of relief when you no longer grieve for your own dead soul.

There's so much more I want to say. But my time is over and I must stay. But before I go away I have one more thing to say.

Don't give in to that craving.

There's so much goodness waiting for you at the end of this thunderstorm so all you have to do is sit tight and stay warm.