To the sweet girl reading this

Know that you are strong.

Know that you are bigger than all the shit that is happening in your life.

Know that your existence has a purpose.

Know that you are not being punished, you’re just being molded into a braver you.

 Hey, it’s okay.

Let those tears fall.

You’ve gone through worse.

Surely, it cannot be worse than before or maybe it will, but c’mon since when did you let circumstances defeat you?

Remember who you are.

You’re a warrior.

You’re a descendant of Athena.

You are fucking awesome.

So why the hell are you going to mope?

 Do something.

A Prose for the Hurting

Sometimes you wake up less grateful than you should be

Seeing more of the disappointments that this life has struck you

Sometimes you get tired of being who you are

Strength is inconsistent though you try you still fall down

You may shed a tear or two or utter curse words

You may go back to your cave and shut everybody out

But please let yourself be because sometimes this is what you need

To lock yourself in your world and not give a damn

Sweet girl embrace yourself and be okay with what you’re feeling

You are not bad, it’s okay, being weak is part of living

Pain urges to be felt and feel it you must

Crying makes you human, always remember that

Sleep dear child and let it wear off

There’s another day, another chance, a promise for pain to fade out

I know that you’re tired of living like this

But hey, there’s the sun, the moon, and stars how much more does it take?

The beauty of this world is enough to face the day

Cheer up, maybe stars will align someday

And when that moment comes you will smile and say

Thank God I stood up, thank God I lived up to this day.