It will be okay

I feel sad for you.
You say you want to be love.
But you don't know what you want.
You feel you don't deserve it.
You desire the wrong men.
He is using you.
Abusing you.
I see it break your heart.
The one man you felt you liked.
He is wrong.
It makes me so sad.

I read what you wrote.
I was breathless.
I felt my throat closing.
I felt my heart thumping.
My fist is clenched.

Not long ago I felt like this.
Cheated by the universe.
Down that same motherfucking hole.
At the same spot.
That damn forsaken rut.
The neverending feeling of hopelessness.
The only thing that made me feel better was my own pain.

I saw the scratches.
They were deep.
You were trying to push the pain from your heart and head.
To your leg.
Your arm.
Your stomach.
I have been like you.
I hid myself from the world.
I know all you feel right now.
Is that you are alone.
I want you to know.
I feel your pain.
EVERYTIME I SEE YOUR SCARS.
I am reminded of my past.
What I once did to push everything away,
out of my head.

The depression takes over.
And all you want, is real pain,
to push away the pain from...

Your feeling of failure,
The men who treated you like a piece of meat,
The men who fucked you, left you, like you never mattered.
The guy who beat you, who raised his fucking fist at you.
The scum who manipulated you until you were numb.
Unable to tell which was was what.
One day you will realise.
This is life.
So many others go through the same pain you do.
You will get through it.
Men are not worth worrying about.
You are better than that, my love.
One day you will stand up proud and not stop smiling,
because you have made it.
Made it another day alive.
Happy to be alive.
Happy to be happy.
It will come, I promise you, it will come.
I am proof.