I wonder is you can feel it too-
The discrete pockets of sunlight
Slipping through on dreary days;
It warms my skin and fuels my smile.
I'll keep the garden,
After all.
{Sequel to Fake Flowers}
You found an old Suicide note yesterday. It was under your bed, Wedged between Your book bag And some old clothes. You read it again and again Till your shaky hands Tore it up into tiny Paper pieces. You cried till your face was Wet with tears and your Eyes stung with regret. The fragments of the note at your feet. Then you finally smiled, Your lips turning upward Ever so slightly, Because you're alive to Feel something. So don't you think Maybe there's a chance, You could stay alive? ** Suicide hotline: 1-800-273-8255 Anxiety/Depression hotline: text "connect" to 741-741 to talk to anyone at anytime Breathing exercise:
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