Can enough words be truly said for the thought to sink in?
My fingers are numb and they move with a mind all their own.
I am understanding of the battle you go through in your head.
Believe me, and trust me.
No matter the little differences in our appearences.
No matter the little quirks in our personalities.
No matter the little motions people make.
I have been through what you have. There is no level of extreme.
It is all the same, when the same thought passed through our same brains.
Depression. Anxiety. Debate. The voices. The sadness. The lonliness.
I won't speak of anyone else.
I won't tell if you don't want me to.
I won't judge or throw reasons at you.
Listening is all I am here to do.
Friendship is all I want.
If I can save someone else from trying to make the same mistake I did, then maybe I can move on.
Maybe I can push it all behind me. Maybe we can push on together?
The first step is the hardest.
"Admitting." That is not what I am talking about.
I am talking about the reali