You, my friend.
I've seen you hurt.
I see you hurt.
If I could, I would embrace you, hold you up high, and absorb your pain.
I would take it all away.
You say how you shouldn't be here.
But you are.
And that means something.
When I had no one to turn to, nothing to believe in, you carried me along, without being asked to. You are the only person that can take my pain away, if only for a while.
I wish you didn't feel this. I wish this didn't try to break you every day. I wish I could give you back your youth, your old life, your family.
Your happiness.
It hurts to lose your youth, innocence. I know. It can break you. It has broken me.
I want you to heal. Completely. But that's impossible. In the end, all our wounds either stay open or they scar. But it's what makes better, smarter. It's what makes us us.
I'm happy that you're starting to heal, that things are better more often than worse, that you're starting to love yourself again. I want you to live, laugh, and be you! You're so great to be around (You're the only person that makes me feel important, that can make me smile even when I don't want to), and I hope you never lose that.
You are so strong, especially for your family. Your sisters need you so bad, and I'm sure you take care of them. You're so kind, compassionate, almost too much, and they are lucky to have a big sister like you!
"I hate to see you fall down
I will pick you up off the ground
I've seen the weight of your world come down
...Find the strength you've had inside all along
...All this pain
Take this life and
Make it yours again
You will survive this somehow"