Your wounds do not only affect others. Remember that
when you plunge the knife, your blood
does not exist for the sole purpose of making
others turn their heads. Remember that you
are allowed to live for yourself. That
you do not exist only as a façade, with
no substance. Remember that your wounds
do not only draw in people, remember that they
are your wounds, and ultimately, you will
pay for them.
And remember, please.
Please remember
that love and worry, though they look so similar
on your friends' faces, are not
the same. Remember that you
can be you without your pain. And know
that you exist even
when they are not
looking right
at you.