You are loved

Can I tell you something? – Your
writings make me cry,
and I want to beg the universe
or God or whatever you want to call it
to ask why such beautiful girls
think they’re so worthless.

I want to take the hurt away
for myself.

Or at least I want to reach out
my hand and show you somehow, someway
I care.

I care.
Can’t you hear me?

This world is a cruel place
with disgusting memories in young
minds, and it makes me want
to scream.
But I also want to
whisper

how do I help you?
Please, trust me. Please,
let me help.

I’m not stupid; I can put two
and two together, and come up
with hurt and blood and scars.
Your silence matches
the clues you leak without
thinking.

I’m not judging you…
I just want to help.