i’ve always wondered
what happens when you can no longer see the the light reflecting off the ocean because you’re in too deep? what happens when oxygen can no longer reach your lungs because they’ve bruised your throat so mean? what happens when your head splits open because of the pressure from within?
do you end up dead; nothing but a pale white corpse in a pool of red and blue and black and purple?
but i’ve realised that, no, you don’t have to. you don’t have to end up like this. you choose. you can choose. i still believe that you’re never too old to draw with crayons and you’re never too hurt to use bandages and you’re never in too deep to learn how to swim. you can choose to leave what destroys you. you can choose to kill the part of you that wants to kill all of you.
darling, please choose
Day 5- Write a poem including the line, “You’re never too old to draw with crayons.”
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