Walliver
Two Thousand Club
How many times must I fall down before I don’t have the strength to stand? How many times must I have my heart broken before I realize love isn’t worth it? How many times must I trust someone before I know that they’ll betray me? How much pain do I have to feel before the world decides to leave me alone? Because I don’t know. I don’t know which friend will betray me next. I don’t know who’s next in line to break my heart. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to speak without someone telling me that I’m wrong. I don’t know. So stop asking. Stop calling me a weirdo or a freak because I don’t know when to lay down and die. Stop saying I’m unnatural because I keep going back to people who need to be saved. Stop saying all these terrible things, just because I believe that maybe, just maybe, there is good left in someone the world has given up on. Stop telling me to stop saving people. Because I never will. As long as there is a soul out there, drowning, burning, killed for being themselves, I will keep fighting. Amen.