Purple HeartsYou look at the knife. Your reflection stares back at you. You smile and think "This could be so easy."But is it? What about the people you think don't care. What about the people who you know care?What about me?I love you more than anything! Don't leave me! You ignore the thoughts of what your best friend would say if she were here. What she doesn't know won't hurt her.You slide up by the sink, bottle of pills in your hand. The knife creeped you out, so you scratched that idea. You listen to the silence of the empty house. Mom left you home because she thought you were responsible.You laugh dryly and glance to your left. you phone is beside you. Somewhere inside you wish that someone would call. Would they? You lift the bottle to your lips, 17 pills poised to fall into your waiting mouth. Would it hurt? You didn't care. No one did. No one knew what you felt..... except your best friend.
HelloHello is a versatile word. For once it is said, you have met, but also you will leave, and it becomes goodbye.In Hello is HELL, but without Hello you cannot find someone to love, or step into the best times of your life.So say hello and get on the ride,That takes you through the fires of hell, and the bottom of existence.Say Hello to the highest points you have ever seenAnd meet the one who will make you the happiest you have ever been.Remember that Goodbye will always lead to another Hello.Be confident that Hello is a doorway to a new adventure.So accept Goodbye, run through Hell, climb back up out of the valleys, enjoy the view from the top.... and take the plunge back into Hello.