When you lay in bed all alone, listening to your heartbeat.
Feeling your blood rush through your veins.
Just thinking, what if, I'm actually meant for something?
What if my life actually has purpose, and I'm just laying here.
Doing nothing about everything.
When something, or in some cases someone, gives you the slightest glimer of hope.
Right when you needed it the most.
But then you know, that one day they could just walk out on you like everyone else did.
Like all your other hope has.
When you begin to imagine the possibilities, of you maybe being okay on your own.
Maybe you don't need anyone.
Because even though you're alone, everyone you've ever known has given you confidence.
Given you strength. Hope. That's all you could ever ask for.
You know that you are meant for something.
You will get what is coming to you, because you are great.
You are you, and that's all that you need to be.