To all young and old,

Trying to save their lives from their own soul

We've all been there, being at the edge of the cliff, sweaty palms, naked dry lips scary thoughts running wild with every tip grows the inability to fight, dready nostalgic pictures or a heart alive yet feels weak

Like on drips with no zeal

At one point of time we've all given up for reasons that meant to us everything back then, let me repeat back then but what about now? Does it matter anymore?

Doesn't your mind swirl and stomach churn at the thought of jumping from the twelfth floor of the building you adored or how precisely you'd managed to sneak a knife, the sharpest in the drawer or how those colourful pills now haullucinate to white and grey?

Ain't you chewing your inner gum of yours and slowly hits the bitter sour, realising how grateful you are to take a step back and not ahead to understand through all that you felt was just a chemical reaction gone wrong. Or how pouring it all through you're neck helped when it choked you down, almost defeated you to your last breath?

To anyone going through it

It ain't wrong the way you feel, but it's wrong to believe that this is the the end and there is no further need

Dear, life ain't gonna be simple and no one is weak, we're all strong, you are too, no matter how wrong life goes, no matter how hard your feet tremble, do not accept defeat.

Fall down, get up and then repeat.

And to all those hit deep with scars and wounds that tore you apart

You will heal

So for the last time I repeat

" please do not accept defeat"