What if I were to break, what if I passed out never to wake, what if my happiness is all fake. What if I were to fly, sore away past the sky, what if I left and never said goodbye, what if this side of me has gone, what if I was just a pawn in my own game that couldn't be won? What if this was my last tear, what if I become consumed by my fear, what if my end was near. What if i'm more dead than alive, what if I broke never again to thrive, what if the reaper took me with his scythe. What if I had a heart attack, walked away never to come back. What if this is nothing new, what if this is something I can no longer get through. What if..?
Don't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not.
Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you truly live life fully?
I've felt pain. I've accepted death. I've lived, I've learned, I've drowned a few times. If all I have to show for it is small bundles of letters and words...so be it. That's more than I could have ever hoped for. Everything that means anything to me are just words. You can put anything into words. Anything and everything.
You can put death into words.
You can put pain into words.
You can put fear into words.
And I have. And you can read them, if you want. You can learn from them; learn to stop fearing, learn to stop living in the future, behind your mask. But only if you care enough to listen.
I speak loud and clear, yet nobody can hear me. I am not hidden, yet nobody can find me. If they even try.