that the heart can seriously be convinced by mere words?
that sight can lend an enormous hand in the deciding of our day?
could it be
that we are more human than we ever thought possible?
that something more than our hearts, souls, or minds
is controlling our lives?
that what we fight to contradict each time we define ourselves...
is actually true?
do we keep fighting to make it not so?
or bow out quietly, giving in to this weakness?
don't give up.
you're worth it.
you're strong.
its not true,
what they say.
those voices in your head.
they're lying.
he loves you.
you'll make something of yourself.
i promise.
