This is for the kids who know that the worst kind of fear isn't the thing that makes you scream, but the one that steals your voice and keeps you silent.

I saw the bruises, the burns, the cuts— I knew which ones had been done to you by someone you thought you could trust. Someone you thought loved you. I knew which ones you gave yourself.

I was the problem and the solution.

When I became too much myself, I had to change my life.

The pain will always be in you — but you will not always be in pain.

I loved you when I left you.