Breathe.

I know. 

The darkness– it's comforting. 

The shadows have a way of making you succumb to them, 

without ever uttering a sound. 

This world? 

It's ugly, I know. 

Your heart? 

It hurts, I know. 

I know because I once swam headfirst into the blackness. 

I, too, felt the cold smooth blade of a razor in my hand. 

I wanted to jump. 

I wanted to die. 

There is something you should know, 

before.. you know. 

Think about how the sun feels on your skin,

while your lying in the grass. 

Think about the way you can hear their hearts beating, 

when you hug someone you love tightly. 

Hold your breath. 

Hear your pulse. 

You. are. alive. 

That is for a purpose. 

Your heart is beating, 

because you still have life to live. 

You can see your breath against an icy window, 

to show you that there is still breath within you to breathe. 

Put down the blade. 

Step back from the ledge. 

Breathe.