just write.

[tobreatheyou]

dearly departed.
have you found that strength in you to deny your fingers of the ability to click, your eyes the ability to see and your mind the ability to process?
have you found the strength in you to pry those fingernails off your own skin?
has your absence from all this left you better, stronger, stable?

from the look in your eyes i guess not.

from the weight in your breath i can tell.

pull yourself together before you cave in. hold yourself higher and take every blow.

but most of all, deliver your own before it's too fucking late.

love,
you.