I'm sorry that all this is happening to you.
I'm sorry that you feel like death every morning
And before you sleep
I know you'd prefer death over anything
I'm sorry you have to go through all this
I can only imagine the sort of pain you're going through everyday.
I'm sorry you don't see a point in living, when you still have so much to live for.
It's crazy how your mind can tell you all these untrue things about yourself and your life.
The way that you are able to stay strong, and move on.
The way that you still smile despite of your inner torments.
