I feel as though my struggle has no meaning and my words fall upon deaf ears. I feel as though my body is going to implode, leaving only my empty smile behind. My smile is my only defense, my only weapon, and it is covered by a mask. I have nothing. I strive for something, but I am always fearful I cannot obtain it. I feel as thought I am simply drifting, waiting for something to happen, or simply waiting for it all to end. Forever waiting to see if I should just end it myself. The desire to do so, versus the belief that everything will turn out alright. I know not which it will be, but for those of you that have taken the time to read this and at least entertain the thoughts that plague my mind ceaselessly.


I love you. I love you will all my heart. You, who will give me the time of day. You who will listen to my problems even though my burden is not yours. You who have your own struggles and demons, are still so kind enough to stop, and give me a hand,


Know that I love you, and will always love you.