"- Darrie (via thelittlejayebird)
My friend is suicidal. She wants to kill herself. It hurts me to see her this way, she is my friend I care for her. When she wants to leave I try to convince her to stay, I’m no qualified psychiatrist but I’m a friend and that’s what we do. She wants to know what to live for so I tell her.
There is beauty in everything. In everywhere we look there is such ornate, intricate beauty that cannot be fully described. Who would want to leave the world with it undiscovered to their own eyes? If you look close enough you can find reason to stay woven into every flower petal, reason to continue exploring carved into the bark of every tree, and reason to keep on trying in every failed attempt a chick has when flying for the first time. Because no matter how hopeless it seems now before long that baby bird will be soaring high above us, such elegance in a tiny creature, the beauty of its flight made more amazing by its struggle to get there. Wonderful things happen in this world everyday you don’t want to miss them.
I tell her that mistakes make beauty. That flaws make us human. It’s okay to love ourselves. It is impossible to be human and never make a mistake; something we all learn the hard way but remember all too easily but it’s okay. It’s okay to make a mistake. Just take a moment and breathe, try again. You are the baby bird who struggles fly but will be able to soon enough you’ve just got to keep going why stop now before you get the chance to show just how high you can soar.
Because one day you won’t want to die. Because one day you’ll go to sleep not wanting to stay out cold forever, and you’ll wake up and not feel disappointed. One day you will be glad that you finished the race and ran an amazing time. You will be the baby bird soaring high and although sometimes you come down you can always get back up again, and you’ll wonder why you were ever too scared to leave the ground, why you wanted to stop trying before you had even started.
Because I am selfish. Without you I am not me. Breathing hurts when I don’t know if you’re safe. You are my friend and I care for you. It’s always possible to be happy and I want that for you, I want to see you smile again. A real smile. You could do such wonderful things and I can’t wait to see it happen. Its true, I know you have enough talent.
Because there is so much in this world worth living for you just have to notice it.
She asks me if I mean it, really mean it. If the words I whisper to her, too scared to shout out loud, are what I truly believe. I reply ‘of course’ confused at where she is going, when disappointed eyes reach mine, damp with tears.
Then why are your wrists as red as mine and why is waking up as disappointing to you, as it is to me?"