“Stay.
When Summer Winter Spring Fall feel grey with grief and pain runs through the veins.
Stay.
When minutes seem like lifetimes.
Stay.
When the hand or the word or the hurt or the hate tell you otherwise.
Stay.
When the bottle or the needle or the gun or the rope or the edge of the ledge or the steel of the bridge tells you it’s the better way the other way the only way.
Stay.
When the ice has frozen over the stream the river the lake the ocean of possible.
Stay.
When the path onto forever dark and dead looks better than the field of flowers or open space or rolled hay or wooded forest.
Stay.
When pain whispers they will be better off they will be fine they will forget they will move on.
Stay.
When the second hand ticks away the seconds of living the blink of an eye the beat of a heart.
Stay.
When hope is gone or at least it feels that way and the place of no return offers anything better than here.
Stay.”
❤️