I’m sorry. I love you so much and yet faced with your cutting I did nothing. Thought it was a phase. Wrong. I was wrong.
I’m sorry I didn’t and still don’t do anything. I’m sorry I don’t know how to support you. I’m sorry I am angry at you constantly for being this way when it is not your fault. I’m sorry I’m jealous of you and hate that you are this way. I love you, I just feel like I love you so fucking much and yet all I can do is watch and whisper taunts in shadows while I hate you. Secretly.
I am sorry I am all these things that make you hide from the world and yourself. I am sorry my loves.
I am blind and ignorant, but I love you. Know that above everything else, I love you.
I love you, and I am trying.