He’d been given up on

By his heart and by his soul

He’d been lied to

His own lips telling him he was done

He’d been there

When he was dying

He’d seen the light

The darkness of his eyes

He’d been changed

That moment

When it seemed over

A voice spoke out to him

A voice much louder than his

“Don’t!”

It cried

“Your worth it! Your worth everything!”

And he cried

Dropping the knife from his sore throat

Letting the blood run down his skin

He cried

This voice

A voice only he heard

Cared

“You’re worth more than what you see”

It whispered, as the boy let the knife slip from his fingers

“And it’s gonna be yours one day. The world.”

It told him, filling him with hope

He was going to die that day

July 15

But instead he came alive

And that was why he still believed in love