Death is easy.
Painless.
Life is a rose
Each petal, a milestone, a memory
Each one reached,
is another one fallen.
Petals are white as snow
But it has thorns that cut the hand that that plucks the petal from the stem
Ultimately staining the tender symbol
The now blood red petal falls down with the Snow White others
The stain is like a disease
It's blood, it's pain,
It contaminates all of your memories
It tricks you into thinking you have nothing
No good
All bad
No calm
Just pain
It leads you to cut your fingers in the thorns
The blood, it makes you feel worse and worse about the memories
Like they didn't make you happy
You question your happiness
Were you ever happy?
You think the answer is no
You think you know that you weren't
You question everything
Thinking you have nothing
No good
All bad
No calm
Just pain.
But your wrong.
You have
All good
No bad
Just calm
No pain.
You are just confused.
Talking.
You need opinions.
Not bad
Just good.
No wrong
Just right.
You need the memories to come back
To be relived
Your emotions to be refreshed
Evaluate how you felt
What you did
How you did it
You think you need that.
You don't.
You need to tell yourself you are ok
You need to believe it
You don't need ANYONE to tell you differently.
You need to tell yourself.
Talking will help.
Out loud.
Say it.
I'm ok.
Or maybe
Say
I'm not ok
But I will be
If you believe it,
Then you will be
Ok.
All good
No bad
Just calm
No pain.
Death is easy.
But life is worth it.
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~Savannah Kelly
