Your car keys are right where you left them, your notebook filled with the words you wrote.

But you’ll never drive your car again and you’ll no longer pick up your pen.

The rest of the pages will be blank although they weren’t supposed to be.

You had more to do, you had more to see.

You didn’t get to live out your dreams.

You never got to say goodbye to your friends and your family.

You left too soon because you thought your pain would never end.

You had a purpose, and a future so bright that you couldn’t comprehend.

So please don’t kill yourself because of the grief or pain you’re going through.

There will come a day where you are no longer blue.

You’ll be healed and peace will find you..