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YOU ARE THE LIGHT

Some days are worse
It’s hard to breathe 
Even harder to eat
Where have I gone wrong?
Why can’t I just be happy?
Why do they not understand?

Sometimes it’s harder to stop the tears
I cry so hard my head aches 
I can’t even sleep
It’s like the world is deaf
No one can hear me scream

Sometimes it’s harder to stay strong 
Even harder to think of a reason why I should 
Harder to ward off the dark thoughts 
Why is everyone fine and I’m not?
What’s wrong with me?

I’d tell you what...
You aren’t messed up
You’re different 
You’re beautiful 
You care way too much and sometimes that hurts
But the world needs you
The world needs the little things you contribute 
We need your smile even when it’s hard
We need your laughter
And it may be hard but getting up in the morning and realizing that you won another battle against sadness, negativity and depression even when the world doesn’t see it is more than enough.
You’re strong even when they don’t think so, no one understands the battle that you fight cause most times they’re engulfed in their own battles too.

You know when you flip out sometimes cause you’re frustrated? Yeah, everyone has those days too.
You’d realize sometimes you don’t even mean those words. Most times they don’t too.
In a world filled with darkness and sadness...
You’re the light. Remember that ❤️

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