"To be or not to be, or not to be? For that is the question." Do you even understand what that means? To live, or die. To go on, or stop dead in your tracks. No pun intended.
Many people struggle with this question every day of their lives. As often as even breathing, such a simple thing, yet nearly impossible to handle for those struggling to cope.
Take thy pen and paper and what is left? A hollow husk of a human being that once was. A broken record trying to play that one sweet moment, but just can't get it right. You just keep hearing the same sounds on repeat, "That's life." "Just get over it." Voices pretending it's nothing so they can excuse themselves from assisting. To some of us, it's not so simple. Depression, anxiety, paranoia, these are everything to us.
Because sometimes a broken record will always be a broken record, afterall nothing lasts forever. But you bet your sweet symphonies we'll keep playing our best. Even if we skip, or our sounds become morphed into a horrendous mess. We have people to pick us up, dust us off, and keep us around regardless. They realize our worth, and with them we play our most beautiful melodies.
