to the girl who can't feel her toes:

I know 
that when you close your 
eyes your brain screams 
angry words into your ears 

and I cant tell you 
to put down that razor blade 
because tomorrow 
you will wake up and feel okay

and I could tell you 
that you would be missed 
that your family loves you 

but I think you already know 

so I will tell you instead to wait 

wait until you run out 
of leftovers in your fridge 

wait until you read the 
last national geographic magazine 

wait until you finish the lipgloss 
that you never wear 

wait until you write a bucket list

wait until you finish it 

wait until you run out of ink 
in all your pens 

wait until you burn through 
all your candles 

wait because I know 
that you will love the new frappacino
starbucks is anouncing next month

wait until tomorrow 
and read this every night 

wait so instead 
of an instagram page filled 
with comments about how amazing you were 

from the girl 
who made you hate your hair 

and the boy 
who made your body disgusting 

you can sing in the car 
off key 
and really loud 

and take hot showers 
after cold days 

and listen to music 
in the park 

and read books that 
make you fall in love with life 

and sip tea 
while looking out a window 

and wait until you 
feel okay and then reconsider 
that razor blade