Only love

Being in love, being loved, and holding a sense of security

These are the only things that keep people going.

At the end of end of the day

At the end of your life

The only thing that matters

The only thing that is beautiful


is love.

Not fear





Depression or


People commit suicide because there is nothing left to keep them going

Nothing making them happy anymore

They don’t feel that their existences are necessary to the world

They don’t feel loved or needed

Even if they are.

Life may seem surreal sometimes

When you drown in your insecurities

When you sink into gloom

Whatever masks you choose to hide behind

Lies you choose to tell

Pride you sulk beneath


only ever wanted to be loved

By those that you love.

Everything else

does not compare.