This Is For You Who's Fighting A Battle



This is for you who sinks into a pit that's hard to scrabble out of. Like the world is an inescapable darkness.

This is for you who feels constant restlessness and worry, disappointment struck continuously and living is paralyzing.

This is for you who feels like the light at the end of the tunnel is a solitary candle about to blow out at any moment.

This is for you who's trying to become the person everyone wants, everyone needs.

This is for you who's trying to heal alone the things you don't speak about.

This is for you crying in silence, loosing your mind, asking for help but there was none.

This is for you dancing in the rain, pretending like everything is okay even though you feel like dying.

This is for you waking up every morning fighting the exact demons that left you so exhausted the night before.

This is for you who feels like friends or family are out of reach so they will never understand the pain you feel and the constant struggle you fight everyday.

This is for you, so you know someone understands you and you are not alone in this seemingly never-ending battle.

This is for you so you know you are not the last person trying to fix things and mend all the broken pieces back together.

It's the worst feeling in the world, I know. Trying so hard to pull yourself up, to convince yourself that everything's going to be alright.

Being strong isn't easy, I know. But dear, being weak is more difficult. Be strong in stormy hours, then they will be replaced by warm and sunny days.

Stay strong and you'll find the right direction. The right thing. The right person. Walking alone might be the hardest walk, but it is also the walk that makes you strongest.

This is for you, so you know...I felt it too.


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