I hear you, sweetie
You have been hurt,
Way too many times.
You are wounded and scarred for life.
You are down and lost without a light.
You think you had enough,
And the end is all you see.
Gripping the bottle of pills,
You sob on how it has turned out to be.
Taking them seems to be the only choice,
To you, this all ends here and now.
But honey, just hear me out,
Before you go about ending your life.
Life is not a bed of roses, never been.
Rather it is a long road of thorns,
With little shower of flowers now and then.
This world ain’t a place to get comfortable.
You were sent here for a reason,
Find it, and hold on to it.
Hold on to it, and find yourself,
Hold on to it, and stand up,
Hold on to it, and fight,
Don’t you see, sweetie
All these scars,
Make you someone really special,
The monsters in the dark,
The evils surrounding us,
You have seen it all.
The world needs you,
You can be their savior,
Their hope, their only ray of sunshine.
Don’t you give up,
This isn’t the finishing line,
There is a lot of fight left in you.
Don’t you give up, sweetie.
Not just yet.