Sometimes the world seems dark. Your friends abandon you, your family hates you, your lover uses you, your teachers fail you, your bosses screw you over in unimaginable ways. Sometimes it seems like hope has faded, along with the moon and the stars.
Days seem dark, nights seem cold.
Sometimes it doesn't seem worth it to get out of bed. Sometimes, it hurts like hell.
You watch everyone around you --- friends, co-workers, people on the street. You watch, and you see that they seem so happy.
And then you wonder --- why?
Why can't I be happy like that? Why can't I go buy expensive shoes and feel fulfilled? Why can't I get laid and think everything's okay? Why the hell do things leave me empty, when everyone else feels just fine? Why does it have to hurt so bad?
Days seem dark, nights seem cold.
Sometimes it doesn't seem worth it to get out of bed. Sometimes, it hurts like hell.
You watch everyone around you --- friends, co-workers, people on the street. You watch, and you see that they seem so happy.
And then you wonder --- why?
Why can't I be happy like that? Why can't I go buy expensive shoes and feel fulfilled? Why can't I get laid and think everything's okay? Why the hell do things leave me empty, when everyone else feels just fine? Why does it have to hurt so bad?
You cry. You let the tears spill from your eyes, burn your cheeks, leave trails of salt over your lips. You sob silently, or maybe not so silently. Maybe you cry out, because it just hurts too much to keep quiet about. Maybe you let it eat you alive, like I did. Maybe you never let the tears fall at all.
Maybe you're just proud enough to put on a mask and pretend everything's okay. Maybe you hide the way you feel. Maybe you're scared of the pain. Maybe you're terrified to let people think there's anything different about you.
Or maybe, you just don't know how else to be. But even if the tears never make it past your eyes, they're inside you.
Sometimes, you turn the music up so loud, you can't even hear yourself think. Sometimes, the pills numb the hell out of you, and the doctor says that means you're okay. Sometimes, you tear yourself to pieces, because watching yourself bleed makes you believe you're real. Sometimes, you can't even bring yourself to do any of that. Sometimes, there is nothing you can do, so you just sit there and wait for the darkness to pass.
But someday, the scars will fade, the meds will be gone, and the deafness won't even be necessary. Someday, things will really be okay.
Hope really is like the night sky --- it's there, even if you can't see it. Someday, the pain will go away and you will find out that there is only one thing that actually lasts --- love. Not to sound cliche, but love is the only real thing in this world. Pain, hate, sorrow --- they're all illusions. Love is what makes this world worthy of existence. Love is the only thing that opens our eyes to the beautiful things.
Sometimes, it's still going to hurt. But sometimes you have to suffer for the things that are worth it, the things you really love.
And sometime, someday, you're going to be glad you got out of bed and faced the day.
