Today there is rest that is restored and stress that is ignored. The heart doesn't ache like it did, there's common ground in the end. But it isn't over, this is the endless part of life. Where you are alive and breathing, and even when your lungs feel like they might deflate, you must find the air to rejuvenate.
You go, and we'll be fine. Life goes on. People find different passions. The best thing you can do is see that the only person here for you is you and that's not worthless. That isn't "not good enough" it is more than enough. You are more than enough and you will find yourself living, and loving again.
The hardest thing to do was survive, but you still did it.
YOU ARE READING
Titanium
Poetry❝A million words would not bring you back, I know because I tried. Neither would a million tears, I know because I cried.❞
