FlyingHeartist

I know the pain is perhaps unbearable, But darling, please put down the blade. Release your emotions through tears and smiles, Rather than dreading these days. Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there, Or for the boy whose father drank too much. For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school, Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch. For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed, Thinking, why can’t it all be done? For the elderly man looking up at the stars, Counting the days one by one. Do it for the children who wonder, does it end? For the ones who feel left on their own. For the ones who think, maybe