tell me that my oceans haven't drowned you yet.
that my hurricanes haven't shaken up you're mind too much and that my rain hasn't washed away the courage yet.
tell me that the mountains you've been climbing, the rivers you've been crossing and the jungles you've been running through haven't killed you and your soul.
tell me that you're fine and that I haven't damaged you that much.
tell me that the pain you've been going through hasn't been the worst yet and it won't last.
tell me you're okay.
so I can stab you in the back and you could feel exactly what I felt.