It's not your fault.
Whatever you're thinking about blaming yourself for, It's not your fault.
I know it may sound dumb and obvious, yes, but I want you to know
it's true.
These words are now yours,
this poem is for you.
And if you must draw things against your skin,
make it a pen and not a blade.
Create something so beautiful that it would make you sob to destroy that.
Because that's <i>you</i> and you're beautiful.
Everyone glorifies being stoic and strong,
I want you to know that you don't have to be strong to make them happy.
It's okay to simply just
be.
These are my favorite words that I've ever been told,
so now I'll tell them to you:
I love you. You will survive yourself.
No one can tell you who you are,
because only you know.
And that's a beautiful thing.
Stay proud, my friend.
Be you.
For my UwU boi
~ Caz
Sidenote: holy fricken-snackin, it's literally taken me a week to upload this because my internet *****, i'm so sorry.