mollie's and my TWLOHA poem

This is for you
This is for the kid in the back of the class, quiet
Speaking in hushed tones and only when spoken to
Desperately hoping to not be heard, but at the same time begging to.

This is for your first heartbreak
The most devastating
Until the ones that followed that is.
This is for you,
The one on their knees collecting the shattered pieces of their heart
Broken by the world.


This is for those of you that got so sad and lonely
You turned to the company of a razor blade

Let us get to know you.

This is for those of you that just wanted out
Wanted out so badly, you thought about ending it all
And maybe even tried.

This is in memory of those of you who were successful… we’re going to keep trying, for you.

This is for the kid who’s parents split
And though they gained an extra house
They lost something infinitely more important, a home.

This is for anyone struggling with addiction
Whatever it is
Be strong, you can make it out

This is for all the artists
who know their work is just a drop in the ocean
but do it anyway, hopin’

121 million people worldwide suffer from depression.
121 million souls shouting out pleas, only to have them become lost in the magnitude of the sky, joining all the other lonely echoes waiting to be heard. Each cloud, gust of wind, falling star… each of these is a reminder that while your heart may be broken there is still hope. The world keeps moving on whether you want it to or not. There is always a reason for you to be here. We need you. Even if you feel there is no hope at all, you could be someone else’s reason for survival in the lost ways of this world.

We need you as much as you need that bottle.

Or the freeing pain of the burning razor along your wrist.

Wake up, you’re alive
We’re on your side
There are so many amazing people, waiting to meet you and hear your story.
To change their lives.
Lets trade our love.
I’ll give you a little bit of mine, if you give me yours.
Soon this passing of trust with create enough momentum to flip, twist and turn this world around.
And save 121 million souls.
Lets create a new addiction:
Change.
Love.
Compassion.
Laughter.
Pain is inevitable
Suffering is optional
Rescue is possible

If only she had had ONE person to be there for her
To write love on her arms