I was sick mentally
I felt fat while I didn’t eat
I was weak in any ways
I was psychotic in my mind
I was lonely socially
I hated the world so I didn’t want to live
I couldn’t feel happiness so I felt sad
I couldn’t laugh so I cried
I couldn’t sleep in weeks
I didn’t care about anything
I wanted it to end
to get away from this horrible place
Now I am still sick mentally,
I don’t feel fat, because of all of your compliments,
I am still weak, but I’ve got you to catch my before I hit the ground,
I am still psychotic, but you make the thoughts go away as fast as they come
I don’t feel lonely as long as I’ve got you,
I still hate the world, but you make it acceptable,
I feel happy with you
I sleep as a baby when you lay by my side
I care about YOU
sweetypie. This is a letter for you. And for you only.
I want to thank you for saving my life. Not only my life, but my faith in living. And my faith in love.
The world is still a horrible place to live, but with you by my side, I can survive it.