People say that the truth can set you free. That it's okay not to be okay. Well, they're wrong. The truth only hurts you. And it isn't okay to not be okay. It only hurts people around you. And when you hurt people you love, you feel so ashamed. I made my father cry. And he is the kind of man who doesn't cry. But I made him cry. I made him weak. I hurt him. So because I wasn't okay, he hurt. So now, every time he asks if I feel okay, I lie. I smile, and I say that I'm just fine. But what my Papa doesn't know is what it means to be fine. Here's what it means to be fine.
Fucked up
Insecure
Neurotic
Emotional
How many of us does that describe? And it doesn't even matter if no one reads this. Or if they do and don't respond. Because I'll know. And for everyone out there who never feels good enough, you're good enough for me. And if you never feel loved - I love you. I love every person whose never been first place. I love every person whose had their heart broken because they opened it to the wrong person over and over and over. I love every person whose been lost. I love every person whose been found. I even love the people who have never been lost, will never know the feeling of not being good enough. Because they're the innocent ones. And you need to protect the innocent ones. And to all the girls out there who don't have the strength to leave an abusive relationship, I didn't think I had the strength, either. It screws you up. You think you're too broken to be loved. But guess what? I love you, broken pieces, missing parts and all. I love you. So take my love, and take my strength, and love yourself.
