no one was with them on their last day

no one was with them on their last day but the next day but the day after they died thousands came forward in mourning.

the theme never deviates.

there is help.
you are not alone.
this will pass.
seek god.
you are supported.
you are needed.
you are loved.

but what if you aren’t a believer of words?

what if life has taught you words are empty, that man is selfish and foolish?

what if you learned at an early age that you don’t matter and that the best you can offer is silencing the pain that leaves you breathless each day?

what then?

what if you believe your absence would be a greater blessing to those you love than your presence?