dying-ohso-soon

You tell me to “cheer up”.
You tell me that “it’s only a bad day”
You tell me “don’t worry”
“Things will get better”
“It’s only a matter of time”
“You should love yourself”
“You deserve better”
“Life is beautiful”
“You’re beautiful”
“I love you”
“I care for you”
“You’re strong”
“You can overcome this”
“You’ll survive”

But you have no idea how fucking hard it is to believe any of that. It’s almost impossible.