leftovers

i guess i can understand how hopeless it seems sometimes. How people can get so caught up in their own lives that they can not see all the others floating around them like bouys in the sea. They shine that light for me as i keep my light lit for them. I can’t give up on these people that haven’t given up on me and i must continue to survive so that i can lend them support as they have given me. There is so much beauty in the world and i aim to find it. I cant think of sad things in the morning, of dead routines, of lost conversations never to be renewed. Just one turned away and it seemed as if my world went black, i have so much and i just want my life back. Maybe someone else will make a habit out of this, i understand tears and i understand slit wrists.