A FIGHT WITH DEATH : THE IRONY THAT KILLS | Selflove VS Depression

I wish you could have seen yourself through my eyes. I would have shown you how beautiful you were, how compassionate you were, how motivated you were, how driven and brilliant, and strong you were. If I could, I would have let you seen for yourself, how optic nerves tingle and delight in the very sight of someone as spectacular and special as you. I wish I could have absorbed your pain. I would have been a sponge, something you could have relied upon to help clean up your messes, something you could have used to wipe a slate clean. If I could, I would have let your hurt enter my pores where it would have been wrung out and returned to you as love. I wish I could have given you your value in gold. I would have raided castles and robbed banks, sifted mines and stolen jewels, and I would have left no pocket unturned. I would have done this if I could have, but I couldn’t. You are worth more than the sum of all parts I could have collected. You are worthy of everything. You are as priceless as you are precious, as brave as you are breathtaking, and there will never, ever be another you. REST IN PARADOX. A Fight with Death: The Irony that Kills | Stoned Word©️| IG @lovefreedom |