Get Up, Stand Up

You gotta stop cramming yourself up in that little box of yours, with that suffocating air of negativity, with nothing else but darkness to see. Well, you got to live. Open your eyes and see that life is beauitful, that there's hope in failure, that anger and frustration wouldn't get you anywhere. 

You gotta get up. I don't care if you start by punching holes with a blunt needle or tumble inside until you get some place, or start a fire with whatever you have inside of you. Just that you pick yourself up, take all your baggage with you if you feel obliged, crawl if you must; but make progress. No matter how small. No matter how long it takes. Just stop killing yourself. Stop giving up on yourself. It's not pitiful. It's disgusting and annoying. You can't be contented with what you are because you've always been a dreamer. And you gotta start dreaming again. Start doing again. You can do it. Just start. Right here, right now. Please. I need you. 

From me, for me. 

Good night. Good morning.