Should there be a day
Should there be a say when you are not and u am telling with breath what shall I say what shall I ask of death come get the rest rhe half of me that says shallow of heart, hollow as a bone? Or shall I determine to forget delight entombed, alone, fallow the foggy way of self-deceit and let the sun of truth go out? I do not know. I must the answer by. But if one tree allows itself to rise, one spear of grass to spike, one rose to show its core then surely whatvof me is you must grow beyond the night keep faith with what you were and, more, be constant, whole and move within the light that was your gift of love.
-Julia Cunningham
The story about a girl and a boy, one Is ready to live a great life and the other...well...
⚠️⚠️ TW- this contains suicide and self harm⚠️⚠️