Please

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Please don’t tell me that things

will get better. I don’t want that.

I don’t want those lies. Crush my

spirit with the blunt side of the truth

and hold out on the poison that is hope.

Tell me that it never gets better, that

sometimes things just don’t work out.

I promise I’ll understand. I promise to

‘take it like a man.’ Spike the blade with

no remorse into my Achilles heel as I

drag my leg along with my body. I’ll

stifle my pain, I’ll bite my tongue and

face the other way. I’ll never forget

you, and with time I won’t need to.

Just another moment in a series of

 unfortunate events. Years later, I’ll

reminisce and ask myself if any of

this was worth it. Not today,

not just yet.

Photography by TJ Drysdale