Tell me I’m precious like the expensive jewelry you always tend to keep safe. Tell me you love me so that I don’t have to wonder where your heart truly lies. Tell me you need me so I feel like I belong instead of unwanted. Tell me you’ll be there even on my darkest days because I get depressed a lot and need a friendly face. Tell me you understand that I need time during those days instead of saying that you don’t care. Tell me I’m beautiful so I can see the beauty in me.
I'm the type of person that tells you to forgive but I can't forgive myself. It's been 11 years and counting since my brother died and I cant forgive myself because I wasn't able to save him. I was his big sister I was supposed to be his protector but yet I failed him.
Our souls bare the pain that our hearts won’t handle because if our heart were to handle it we would die.