by: Tim Lawrence

You are wailing inside, aren't you? I see the horror in your eyes. The scars that have lacerated your soul are so deep it's as if they're stuck. The pain is more real than breathing.

I know you're scared beyond anything you ever could have imagined, literally. I see that life is even more terrifying than your most devastating dreams. And I will under no circumstances sugarcoat your wounds.

I wish to make only one thing clear:

I don't understand your pain. I have no solutions for the trauma that has invaded your life.

But I'm not going to fucking give up on you. I don't care how much you hate yourself, berate yourself, despise the world, don't trust anyone, pant in anger, wail in fury, or feel like quitting, I'm still going to be right here, at your side, and I will not go away.

My love for you is total and cannot be broken. This love will always endure and will desecrate even the most intense hatred you feel for yourself.

I write so that you may be kept from despair. My words exist to desecrate the loneliness that terrorizes you.

I cannot fix you, but I both love and cherish you.

Stay with me. I will not allow you to be forgotten.

You will be acknowledged until the end.