In which I am once again culturally insensitive for the sake of making a 'pretty' comparison.
south of the equator every year starts and ends with summer but that wouldn't sound as nice would it
I mean I know there's beauty in every season but come on if you had to choose a season to represent hardship which would you choose?
I guess you could say this is my second submission for suicide awareness week, but really this is just for anyone having a hard time and that needs a lift. Not everyone struggling wants to die. But they're still struggling.
My message to them is keep fighting, because it will get better.
Time isn't just a placebo.
It's a miracle cure.
EDIT: HOLY CRAP.
SO UH I JUST CASUALLY NOTICED THIS IS ON THE FRONT PAGE?
THAT'S THE FIRST TIME THAT'S EVER HAPPENED TO ME WITH MY POETRY.
THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH
I LOVE YOU.