This is for you, if you're like me.
For you who always did your best even though it would never be enough.
You who is alive but not happy about it.
You, who despite all odds, has survived.
You who can't remember what being happy was like without the melancholy tinge of real life.
You who finds solace in being alone but who feels guilty not visiting.
You who love body modification not for the artistic benefits but because that pain is allowed.
You who dodges questions about your clothing choices because yes you know it's too warm for a sweater but there are scars you need to hide to feel safe.
You who drew words of anger and pain in your skin with blades.
You who tries to be good, to not want that sweet sting of bloodletting.
You who still, sometimes, fails.
You who wakes up sobbing and doesn't know why.
You who is always to blame.
You whose voice is constantly warped into "I'm sorry".
You who can hear their inner voice screaming "Useless useless useless useless useless" over even the loudest music.
You who can easily watch their friends walk away, because its okay, they're better off.
You who gets headaches;
Stomach pains;
Back problems;
And more but ignores them because you're only worth as much as you can do.
You who believes everyone is beautiful; Except you, you're a one in seven billion chance of not being beautiful.
You who realizes how ridiculous and egotistical you are with sentiments that everything is your fault and you're so worthless.
You who can't stop saying it.
You who hates yourself more than anyone ever could.
You who is scared of being hurt, but hopes for a knife in their back when they walk down a dark street.
You who is perfectly different from everyone else but such a sheep you could puke.
You who is like me
But not.
You who are precious, loved, needed and so worthwhile.
You who are top ******* yourself.
You who I don't know and maybe never will, but who still deserves to be happy.
You who I hope finds your happiness.