numbingly empty.

I simply have come to say that there are dreams to be dreamed. And things to be said. And laughs to be shared. And games to be played. And smiles to be held. And this isn't over. I promise it is not. I am not asking you to get up, because I know how even the thought of blinking seems too hard. I am simply saying it is okay to breathe, and it is okay to live. So take a big gulp, and expel those tears. I am going to hold your hand till the end of the sorrow even if it still continues tomorrow.

me: do i give a fuck

I have this paper due in English and the topic that my teacher has assigned me is teen suicide and I was hoping that you and your followers would be able to help me because I'm doing my part and she asked if I could do my experience and some else's or just look it up online