"I'm here for you." I might as well be screaming those words into an empty abyss.
Sometimes I just have to think, "Do you even hear me?"
Please, get out of your head, get out of those shackles you have forced yourself in, and look at me, reach out to me.
"I'm here for you."
I know you're hurting, and that's the worst part.
You try so hard to fight the fact that you are. For what?
I can see the pain, hidden beneath all the walls you've built up around it, but I see it.
You build these walls that are well guarded, but see through.
You speak all these happy words, but they're tinted with sadness.
You smile, but it's only an upside down frown.
"I'm here for you."