I’m so full of words I could scream for years, but I keep quiet because that feeling in my chest never fails to remind me I’m alone and empty. There are so many things I wish I could say but I’m afraid of what would come out. I’m afraid that I’m not good enough for anyone because I’m such a fucking idiot and I don’t know when to shut up. All I know is this numb feeling that never goes away, and all I can hope for is that one day I will know how it feels to live freely and be happy in my own skin, love my veins for keeping me alive and my skin for always repairing itself. I hope one day someone tells me that they need me and my name makes them smile at their phone.