Talking it out

I don’t know much, but this I know. Life is beautiful and it is cruel. If you are struggling, ever struggling, please don’t keep it to yourself. Please speak to someone. Don’t let the black tar of your mood drown you to a place where no one can ever reach you. You are loved. Things will improve. If you die, that’s it, you’re gone. No more laughing at Gifs of cats. No more sea against your toes, snogs in the back of cabs. No more Sunday roasts, laughing at graffiti of a penis on a road sign. No more tea and cake. Gone.