Hope

Yesterday is over.
And strange as it sounds
there is still hope for us
to continue on
no matter how deep
the pain is buried
in your sewn up chest

No matter how dark the day is
before the sun rises-
The sun will always rise
and welcome you
into a new day

No matter your suffering...
there is hope, Friend.
There is a tomorrow
that we must live for.

I speak the words
that my generation
is too afraid to utter

That there is something more
than these white walls,
rubbed red eyes
and black clothes

More than a small
two star town (at best)
and a torn high school degree

There is a hope
that one day
we will get out of here
escape beyond these crowding walls

Do you feel the days bearing down on you?
Wearing down your weakened bones
and your world caving in?

Do not give up.
There is the hope
that tomorrow will bring you peace
and if not tomorrow
than the day after.

My Dearest Friend,
You cannot give up so easily.
Do you not see the pain
in your mother's smile?
The ache in your father's words?
The worry
in your truest friend's eyes.


God,
What has happened to us?
Where is the hope that
once filled our innocent souls?

But if there is not a hope
for a better tomorrow-
No.
You must hope for it
You must defeat your demons
You must rise up
and live

These days have dragged on
But there is no time to give up.

Yesterday is over
And as hard as it is to believe
the pain that burns
in the deepest depths of your chest
Will not kill you today.

I shant allow it
Not today
Not ever.
For I am with you.
Step by step
ache to ache

Your suffering 
will not be in vain.

Today will be a beautiful day.
You are alive.

All you must do
is 
Breathe 

Home.

When you left this world,
we all held our breath
as if it were a joke
and we were waiting
for the punch line.

The punch line
is that you're never coming back
and we're left
to remember you
and all that we left unsaid

When you left,
the world stood still
for what felt like eternity
but was only days.

Slow churning days
Like trying to get the last drop
of molasses out of the jar

Accepting it
was almost too hard

But of what you took with you,
you forgot something.
Or maybe it was on purpose.
A gift for us.

You left the beauty of the world.

The gift of breathing.
Of a true deep breathe.
Of a sincere smile
A real laugh.

And how even rainy days
hold some sort of magic

The world crying over the loss
of another young soul

Reminding us
of our own mortality.
We are no stronger
than our home.

"Will you still love me
When I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?"
-Young and Beautiful, Lana Del Rey

I guess I'm just tired
of wonder how long it will be
until I see you again.

Each day is a reminder
of how much you have missed
and how much I have missed you.

If only I could see your face
once more.

The Excerpt of Agape

And so I asked him,
"Do you truly
love me?"

He took my hand,
warmth filling my heart,
and replied,
"Truly.
I could never
leave you,
my child."

"And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time

As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409

And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself that I'd already taken too much today

As each descending peak on the LCD took you a little farther away from me

Away from me

Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines in a place where we only say goodbye

It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds

But I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all

And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained itself

'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room

Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news

And then the nurse comes round and everyone will lift their heads

But I'm thinking of what Sarah said that "Love is watching someone die"

So who's going to watch you die?"

Lyrics of What Sarah Said, 

By Death Cab For Cutie

The Island of Dreams

This island is sinking
below the clear ocean's waters
And, my God,
It is beautiful.

It is so beautiful.