Mostly everyone says they have depression. I can understand that. Some want to die, I can relate. But the ones who would willingly die at their own hands...I-i can't imagine your pain. The level of self hatred that you feel, the anxeity, the feeling of neglectince. I want you too know. I don't hate you. I don't need to see your face to see that you're a beautiful person. I refuse to belive that you're a bad person. I will be there for you, I need you to understand that I want to be there for you. I want to be a person you can lean on. No matter who you are. I want to help you fight your inner demons. You're not alone, you never were, but I'm here, and always will be. It physically hurts when you say that you're worthless and you don't matter. I cry because of those few, who feel like they are such a problem that they need to kill themselves. You've made me shed so many tears. Tell me your story, I'll sing you a lullaby. I'm...I'm here for you guys....
This is making me want to leave...but I won't
