I Don't Know What Else to Do

I know for a fact that there is nothing
worse than seeing you hurt.
And I see it.

I know you want everyone to think you're
tough and you're a damn good
liar, but I know.

I'm sorry life is hell for you right now
but I'm here for you. I love
you. It'll be okay.

The thing is, in your words I can hear
the ache. Your smile isn't the same. It's
frail and weak and makes me want to cry
but there's no way I'd ever really ask you
if you were alright. You look just fine
to anyone who doesn't actually care about
you. Right now you just seem upset and
pissed off and like you don't want any part
of the life you've been given and I'm
sorry you feel like that. But I want you to
know that you matter to me and you can
talk to me and it's okay that sometimes you
feel like tearing the fucking world down
and wishing for the sun to explode to get the
pain of this life over with. But I need
you here. I try so hard not to be selfish
but I fucking need you. I need your arms and
your eyes and your laughter and the person
I know you are. You're wonderful. Life may tear
you down but I know you're strong enough to
be okay. You may not agree with me but I know
you will get through this. Depression is a
word I know you don't think is real or that you
don't really have it but we both know this
isn't the real you. We don't have to talk about
it but just know if you want to talk, I will
listen. Please don't suffer in silence until the
pain goes away, that is no way to live. And
I know one day it'll kill you, if you let it.

I love you.
Talk to me.
It'll be okay.