I want you to promise me something. And I don’t care if you don’t know me, like me, or like making promises in general. Just do it.

Promise me that you will keep on living, even when everything is futile.

I want you to forgive yourself for the things that you’ve done. I want you to forgive yourself for the things that you should have done. Forgive yourself, even when you don’t think you deserve it.

I want you to love yourself for all that you are and all that you are not. I want you to love yourself, even if no one else does. You do not need the validation from another human being in order to know your worth. You do not need others to love you in order to show you that you are worth loving. The love that you develop for yourself is more than enough. Love yourself enough to stand on your own, without depending on the love of anyone else.

So stop injecting drugs to avoid reality. Stop with the pills and the cutting. Stop with the thoughts on jumping off a building and hanging yourself. Stop hating yourself and regretting about the past. Stop with the ‘what ifs’ and the ‘should have beens.’ And don’t you dare pull that trigger. Stop.

Stop and love yourself. It is the least you can do for you.

Like rainbows with missing colors
And tennis shoes without laces
My world becomes smaller
As my inside erases
Water without liquid
Air without oxygen
I’ve become addicted
To this lovely toxin
No warmth within fire
Lost shades within photographs
Just this hollow desire
And a soul gone in half
A song without sound
A galaxy without stars
A ball that’s not round
And a stringless guitar
Yet to think that I can be
More than just myself
As I’ve become weary
When that book died on the shelf
When those pages were torn
And left behind thorns
When all that was left
Was theft
Of a twinkling dream
In a bottomless stream
Remy Raine, “Stolen Breaths” (via remyraine)