Even the strong break, and the weak have their uprising moments. But where does that get them? How do we define weak and strong? We don't. We watch, and listen for the silent scream of those in need. We pay attention for those whose have ever lengthening sleeves, puffy eyes, and a silented smile. Because those kinds of people are hurting. No matter how much you think, "oh it's just a few scratches," it's never just a few scratches. A blade is never just a blade. For us, it's a release, our addiction, our hope of finally being able to feel. And yet, we are still numb. And our scars will always be there. They will always remind us of our weakest, and darkest moments... only to show us our best fights, all the fights we've won and came through, and all of our battle wounds. No one is ever alone. If anything, look up at the stars, and think about how lonely they must be, so many light years away. With no visitors. And even in the darkest of times, they shine out. So darling, be a star. Shine out in even the darkest times. And prove to others that even the dark void of their negativity can't cause your inner storm to collapse.
