tell me. what are you going to do with your precious life?

are you going to stand on the edge of balconies

and look down, forever wondering what if, why.

my precious life?

when even your bloodstream flows with this aura of despair

desperate to escape with the next artery you tear

I just want to be somebody. somebody. someone.


you’ve got you’re whole damn life. you know that right?

and love is going to fill your soul, and God is going to give you light

those demons in your head. say it with me. ‘they are not who i am’


tell me now. what will you do with your precious life?

Darling. You are already enough, it is you that is precious.