The feeling that you get when you’re alone with yourself When you can feel the emptiness inside you swell But you can’t tell if you’re living or dying And you turn to pain because you’re desperately trying
I understand.
That yawning space behind your eyes and smile When you want to rest for a long, long while And you pretend you’re okay because you must be But tear into yourself as the quietest plea
I understand.
When you push your fingers down your throat And try to be silent as you gag and choke Telling yourself that you’re still not there Ripping at your thighs and stomach and hair
I understand.
When you crave love so bad it feels like longing makes your heart beat And no one notices so you believe you’re unworthy When you beg for help without saying a word And wonder if you’ll ever find a cure
I understand.
Let my words be my arms, wrap them around yourself tightly Let your loved ones be my eyes, let them see you as I see Let this be everything I intend it to be Let it be my response to your unheard plea.
When you have no love that you can find or see You have, do, and will have love from me Whether we’ve met once or a million and one times I will listen to the things you bury in your mind.
You are loved; you are special to me You are perfect; you are beyond pretty Your story is not meant to end here like this I understand; so I beg you: live.