The Hopeless Are Not hopeless.

A girl stuck, in between, feeling, and what is real.

What is real? Who decides? Feelings aren't palpable? Only to be denied, and shoved back inside, the heart, where no one can hear the pain, although it screams your name, in the dark.

Darkness can be seen with two eyes, can be felt, enveloped until... Nothing is left

But still. Be still. Listen.

A heart beat... In the silence. Audible. Real. Alive.

Then blinding white

a baby cries

air stinging it's lungs for the first time.

Realization

that pain is how we know we are alive.

Fighting, screaming, kicking, is how we come into this world.

And I will leave the same way.