Grab the hands of God and fly out of your
horrid past.

“Molestation”

The mirror is not reflecting failure,

you are not worthless.

You stare into your own eyes,
speak words of life into yourself,

care for yourself.

Your mind, body, and soul are tired
of believing they are less than
great.

You are not a worthless seed on
this earth just because you haven’t
seen what your life will reap.

When you find her,

give her the keys to your smile,

access to your heart,

allow her to hear the voice of your
deepest thoughts,

introduce her to your fears.

How can she offer you the love you
deserve when you only speak to her
through the cracked doors of your
heart without inviting her inside?

The best way for the pain to end is
to live through it.

There’s heaven on the other side of
the hell that is in your way.

There’s a lake of peace on the
other side of this drought.

There are canals of happiness all
over the land across the way.

Please get to the other side.

Please do not sacrifice your life to
this pain,

it will only give the pain a key to
burst through the doors and
terrorize those you love as well.

You are better than you believe
right now,

you are more loved than it seems,

and death doesn’t deserve you
right now.

Make him earn it at the end.

I love you.

“Suicide, you evil thief.”

He has heard that he is not good
enough so many times, that your
addition is only an echo.

You’ve given birth to this idea that
showing a man you can fight back
is power to win him over,

yet he never tried to put up a fight
in the first place.

So, you throw words at him to land
blows at his insecurities.

It doesn’t work that way.

You can’t love him in the same way
that those before him falsely loved
you.

In a world where far too many will
wish failure upon him and shove
their doubts down his throat until
he is full with enough of their
opinions

to vomit out his dreams,

be his cheerleader,

be his supporter,

be at least the one person who
holds their teeth tight so he isn’t
bombarded by more unwanted
opinions.

If you cannot be the one who
believes in him,

at least be the one who does not
voice their lack of support.

Even if he was God,

you would still deem him to be
Lucifer because he was born in the
flesh of man.

It’s not his fault that all you’ve
known of men is that they are the
best of sinners.

Perhaps you are not his secret,

but his protected treasure.

Perhaps he isn’t at fault;

instead it is your trust issues and
insecurities stirring up trouble,

clouding your mind with the belief
that social media validation is what
will prove that he isn’t hiding you.

There are some who crave a private
life in an overexposed generation.

There are people who are silent
about their business so they don’t
have to master the art of drowning
out unnecessary noise.