My life

“I’m done,” she’s says to me. “I can’t do this anymore.”

I look back at her, crystalline tears dripping from my makeshift heart. I wonder, what is life? What is worth living for, if your existence seems so dismal and bleak?

And I say to her,

“LIVE. For me, for them, for everyone. Because if you don’t, you will never be able to prove to yourself and everyone else that YOU MADE IT.”