Laminated Emotions

A Note.

It's been broken lately, everything. The sky, the ground, the smiles, the promises. This is me screaming so loud I can't hear myself. This is me calling for help at the top of my lungs, and this is me not receiving it when the realisation that only I can help myself hits me so hard I'm numb.

'Hurt' is a vast word. They say there are stages of hurting, first comes realisation, then somewhere in the middle of realisation and acceptance you break, you come undone. I had always glorified being broken and the pain and the hurt. There's no glory in sitting alone and clutching at your own hand so tight and shaking with the pain until all you had left was exhaustion. 

It's been a rough couple of days, and maybe the only way I can start to make sense of it is by writing. Maybe this is what will save me. Maybe it won't. 

So savour the happy days, scorch them into your memory. Hold on to them and don't you dare ever let go because you don't know when it might all be taken away.  

And please, please be happy.