Like a bright star in the
every so massive galaxy,
everything, no matter how bright and beautiful,
will always end someday.
Every band breaks up,
every great nation crumbles
under mountains of idiocracy, someday
Every lie exposed,
every memory is gone,
and every existence
exits the earth,
ending for eternity,
no epilogue, no enjoyment.

But, then again, that
means that every life
is cherished, doesn’t it?

Every memory is worth it,
every value you have held
sticks with us, wherever we may go.
Whether it be Heaven, Hell, Purgatory,
space, or nowhere at all,
your life impacted more people
than you could ever imagine.
And when you are gone, don’t
you dare think no one will miss you!
Don’t think that your mom
will set a place at the table for you
and then sob her eyes out
when she realises what she did.
Don’t think that your
father will take late days at work
every night, to avoid the
now quiet house you left behind.
Don’t think that your friends
will ever replace you
because there simply isn’t
someone like you!
Every person you have any sort of love for
will miss you.
Blackness will enter their world,
as he ruins everything once good.

If every life matters,
why take your own?
I know, believe me,
every insult is painful,
every form of abuse will
damage you, and every
thought of worthlessness
will eat away at
your everything.

But you must fight.
Every cut, every pill,
every tear will be
avenged, someday.
But with every single
fighting gene you have,
you must use it.

Every life is sacred,
even, especially your own
And I promise,
every little thing
is going to be alright.
From deep, deep inside of me,
I promise you:
every life is sacred,
every person is relevant,
and every breath you take
is a gift

You will be o.k.
Just hold on.