Try it sometime, she said.
Try breathing…breathe till your lungs are on fire and cry for mercy.
Try walking the street with no makeup on. Just once.
Try, because you deserve to know.
Try because it is going to tell you thing you have been wanting to hear.
Try and listen to people. Because this time, they might just be honest.
Try because this time you aren’t the meticulously perfect child of melancholy.
And when you do hear it honey, don’t be disappointed.
Try and remember why you took the chance.
Try to face look yourself in the eye.
Try to use no math or logic.
Try not to sweat it too much.
Try smiling at your scars.
Try remembering every time you fell.
Try to recollect each face that helped you up,
And when you have a list of them, let them know their help is much appreciated.
Try breathing… breathe till your lungs can swell no more, because honey they’ll never burn again…
A song to go with the mood: https://youtu.be/wEJd2RyGm8Q