A small poem I felt like dedicating...
I've had thoughts that aren't good...
Thoughts that tell me to give up.
But I don’t listen — because I know I matter.
Yes, few words may hurt,
Few days might be cruel,
Few people may be mad.
But none of that is your fault.
If you give up today, how will you ever know your future?
So you were given an ultimatum…
So what?
The ultimatum is for something man made —
something unnatural.
You know your worth.
Don’t let that define you.
You can still live through false accusations,
Lower grades, broken love, broken friendships,
Fallen positions, questioned honor.
It’s your life.
Live. Live. Live.
If you can’t bear to hear what they say,
Leave them — not the world.
Please… life is precious.
Don’t give it away.
Live.
Prove yourself.
Prove your worth.
There are more than a billion people on this earth —
I’m sure at least one of them will listen to you.
So don’t ever feel like you are alone.
And don’t think there’s nothing left to live for.
Even if you still feel that way, just remember —
I’m here.
And I’m not going anywhere.
You're not alone...