You
You, the one who wouldn't cry, even alone, could never know.
The one with the mask. The one who is nothing, yet she is something.
She knows, but has to look deep enough to find it.
You know. There is no doubt, only regret. Of something that needed to be.
You, the killed, sadistic person who has anything, but wants everything, but not in a selfish way.
You want to be accepted.
Truth is, she already is. She is scared to show that's she's not okay. She's not okay.
But she's also a liar; not a cold one, but enough to keep others satisfied.
You, our only friend who has the guts to give advice, but not listen to what I tell you.
The person who would give her life to love, and also my friendship to go against all you believe in.
Well I won't buy it. Not for a second. I look for it and I find it there. I see it, but no one else can.
So cry dearest one, cry. Let them out, forget them. They are not you. Not you. Let yourself go, even if it's an ugly process.
I can help you. We can help you.
Through every step. I have my problems. I can face them too. But I can't do it alone. I can't. I need you to return the favor.
You, the one who always knew, will always know.
For Wynston. The one who will
Always know.
You know who you love, and where your heart is.
Forgive your past.