I cannot fathom the sickening sensation
of feeling what you must feel.
I don't understand
the demons clawing at your brain,
whispering lies as you try not to listen,
gnawing at your heart and soul
until no hope remains.
I can only guess at what drives you
to etch your secrets into your skin,
spilling scarlet sorrows
that seep and scar and stay,
as you blindly seek release
at the bottom of a grave.
I don't know what I can do
to give you a pillar of strength
or a warm hand to hold
in your darkest hour.
I fear for what will happen
the next time you let go
and surrender yourself to monsters
just waiting to devour.
But I know that the angels
and your brothers and sisters
will fight for your life day and night,
to show you and make you believe
that you are special and beautiful,
cherished and not alone.
Please, please be stronger.
Please be kinder to yourself.
Do not let yourself be overcome.
Stand up to live, and love, and be loved,
to fight and win another day.