Listen to me.
I can’t tell you that I know how you feel, because I don’t. I can’t tell you that everything is going to get better, because I don’t know. I can’t tell you that it’s better up here than down there, because I’ve never been there. I can’t tell you if it’s worth it, because I’m not sure. I can’t tell you to be strong, because who am I to say that you’re being weak? I can’t tell you to keep hang in there, because who knows how much have you been holding up inside?
But I can tell you that if you want to share, I’d listen. I’d try to understand. I can tell you that if you want to, I can support you getting through it all. I can tell you that I was there. I can tell you that my world was once fell apart too, that I once thought I had no hope left. I can tell you that I had once thought the same way you do about how to end all the pain. And I survived, so I know you can, too.
I don’t know if this means I was being strong and refuse the urge to meet death, or I was actually being weak and give up to life. I don’t know if keep living would be worth it or not for you, but it was for me. I don’t know if everything will get better or not for you, but I can tell you that it did for me. But in order for you to find out, you have to keep living. Keep trying. Because once you go to the other side, there’s no going back.
And I can tell you this: there’s always hope.
Don’t give up.
(Source: belleoftheboulevard)
