For so long,
I was a ship lost at sea.

The waves rocked me back and forth;
The nightmare sky held above me barely.
Clouds spun faster than my thoughts,
Rain pounded against my skin,
And for the longest time,
I reveled in the chaos.
This pain was my pain, alone.
I was a sinking ship with a hole in my heart.
I was going down.

But as I looked towards the horizon,
For one last glance at the hopeless sky,
I saw the curve of the Earth in the distance,
And a light was born inside of me,
Calming the waves and pushing back the clouds.

The sun I had longed for,
that the whole ocean had longed for,
had been my own prisoner,
And now, I have set her free.

No, I'm not talking about the band.

I'm talking about the true blue suicidal tendency of most young people or adults. Hell, sometimes even children.

I never know what to say when I see/hear someone saying they hate their life and want to end it all. I try to relate, but sometimes the circumstances are so out of reach, I can hardly make myself think about it before wanting to cry. I know it's a horrifying world, and I know you don't feel capable, but I don't think I could live without you here.
I know, it's selfish, but it's true.
I've been hurt and scarred. I've cut and bled and tried so hard to heal again. I know the difficulty. I know what it feels like to be depressed, like your staring up at the sky and stars six feet under the ground in a paralysis. I've felt useless and pointless. I've wanted nothing more than to die before, too.
But I stuck it through, and here I am.

You know how I got here? I made of a list of reasons to live:
~Bubbles
~Clouds
~Sun
~Wind
~Grass
~Trees swaying
~Music
~Lyrics
~Love
~Babies
~Buttons
~Colors
~Ribbons
~Grapes
~Cookies
~Shopping
~Perfume
~Boys
But the one that really meant the most to me:
~Friends
I knew that if I was gone, it would hurt them, and I'd never hurt my friends. They're my family. My life.
My reason for living.
I just happened to start liking it along the way.

Don't end your life before it has a chance to start.
There's so much you're going to do if you just go out there and do it.
Rec this if suicide makes you sad[[however you want to phrase it]], or send it to someone you love. Help them see that there is a reason to live, even if it's not on my list.
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I told a secret I thought would never pass my lips ever today.
Have you ever told a secret that's so deep, it's hiding under your toenails?