just another confession

My dear, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry you had to grow up so early. I’m so sorry you’ve been fighting for so long. And I’m so sorry that you felt so incredibly lost, so early, that you had to find yourself at 19 just to survive. Because this is the thing no one says. Knowing yourself is the loneliest thing in the world, and my dear, I am so sorry, that after every single battle you have fought you still have more ahead. Being hell or high water is being completely alone in a never-ending fight and I’m beginning to think I must find a new way to be, because, sometimes, overflowing is just bleeding, and I’ve got no blood left to bleed.