"I'll Be There.."

You hear others talk about you.
Label you.
Judge you.

And you're..just so fed up.
You notice the voices in your head are getting irritated, and they awaken from their slumber.
They scream and scold at you to do better, look better, try harder, and feel better.

You hold your head and groan in pain as you feel a sickening headache form.
You've had enough.
Just..by the anxiety..

You're alone in your room, pacing in the darkness, finding a final decision of whether you should end it or not.

Your wrists are bruised and smothered in scars, your cheeks, stained with mascara and tears of fear and hopelessness.

Confusion, maybe.
You just want to be known.
Accepted.
Wanted.
Loved.
Listened.
Noticed.
Visible.
I just want you to know that I love you.

I care.
I'm here.
I've been through it all.
Darling, I'll be there for you.
I have my battle scars,
New and old.
I want you to know that I'm always here for you.
I WILL listen to you.

You're special, you're wonderful.
You're You.
I Love You.