Chasing Yourself

This is for those who cannot stand without feeling nauseous. This is for those who cannot close their eyes without seeing the faces. This is for those who cannot rest without hearing their whispers. This is for those who cannot walk without trembling in fear of social interaction. This is for those who fear the people who will stop at nothing to silence them. This is for those who bleed in their own depression and self-harm. This is for those who have lost their voice. This is for those who have lost it all and cannot stand straight. Whoever you are and where ever you are, my reader, know that I love you for who you are and not who you wish to be.