I hate to see you hurt.

I hate to see others act selfishly, leaving so many in hurt.
I hate tears that feel as though they will never stop.

That hole in your chest that gapes open, pouring all hope out;
hold it together. Hold it together.

There is tomorrow.
For you, there is always tomorrow.

You are meant to bring life to this Earth.
The opposite makes you cry and wonder why.

But we don't live to die.