"God, It's me again. More lost and confused than ever.
One year older but it feels like I've fallen 5 steps behind.
I still don't understand what I'm here for, who I am, or who you are.
I've heard you want to love and give me a purpose.
So I guess... that's why I'm reaching out to you."
I let these words fall out of my mouth.
I'm hoping that these words aren't just bouncing off the sky.
I'm hoping that you'll hear me, you'll see my broken pieces, alone in my room, my knees hit the hard cold floor for the first time in a long time.
"I don't know what I'm doing anymore, I'm out of control.
I've never told anyone this but I hate everything about me. I hate the way I feel, I'm tired of being alone. I'm tired of being so tired. I don't know if you hear me or not... but if you do, I need your help."