Deeper than the ocean

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Some days I want to die.
I'm not proud of it but sometimes it feels like I couldn't carry that any more.
Life.
And I wanna give up.
If I die today, the sun would still rise.
The earth would still rotate.
The stars would still shine through the night.
The seasons would still change.
Days, weeks, months and years will still pass.
Nothing would even change.
Right?
Wrong.
I didn't.
I didn't killed myself because I know there are people out there, who would cry.
For them their whole world would fall apart.
Or at least the world we built together.
They would think ''Why didn't I saw anything?
Didn't noticed her pain?
Did I do anything wrong?
Did she felt like she couldn't talk to me?
Why didn't I gave her enough love, spend all the time I had with her? Is it my fault that she won't see the sun rise again, won't see the shining stars in the night, won't grow up?''
And I never.
Never.
Want that anybody feels this pain just because I thought it would be easier to give up.
Because it isn't.
So I'm gonna fight.
I'm not gonna give up.
I don't wanna be the one who gives up, I wanna be the one who fighted for her live and all the ones who can't help themselves.
So please.
When you feel like me at the beginning of this text.
Remember my words.
Never stop fighting.
There's always something worth fighting for.
You are loved.
You are good enough.
You are a fighter.

-Me