Getting Through

Here's to the ones who have been hurting. Here's to the ones who have been crying silently. To the ones who question their worth, their capabilities, their abilities. To the ones who question their existence. Here's to the ones who have been having it hard lately. Here's to all the people I know.

No. I would not blabber about how much I understand you. I will not try to be that person in your life. But please see me as someone who is also going through this shit we call life. 

Us- who are all trying to be of someone worthy. Worthy of saving, of loving, of living. And I know you have been trying really, really hard. I'm pretty sure of that and if you're still here today, I know you made it yet to another day, just like how I did.

And tomorrow, we will be going through this shit again. I know. I even question why. Don't you do that, too? How often do I find myself asking why people have to live. Why do people live in the first place? There is not much to life. But fuck, I still find myself here. I still find myself stuck here.

When I realize how I constantly make myself go through this again, I secretly hope. I secretly hope that even on the duskiest corners of this fucked up world, I would find you. And I promise. I promise to give you even the slightest smile that I can give. I will give you that pursed-lips smile for I know just like me, you still tried.

When I want to run from this world, I secretly hope. I secretly hope that even in the darkest places in this world, I will find you. I will find you. And I would give you my warmest hug for I know just like me, you tried really, really hard. I will hold your hand tight. And we will walk through this together. We will get through this, I swear.