I know where you come from.
I know that you're not ready to accept an offered hand.
I know where the world looks shit colored when you wear the brown
I know that you have chosen a path, and even though you sometimes wonder
whether that path is right, you stay on it.
I know that you have lost friends because of a decision that you made.
I know that you are entrenched firmly in your self-pity, and you won't
come out when coaxed.
I know that sometimes you react in anger and frustration.
I know that sometimes you hate yourself.
I know that sometimes you do things that may not be the healthiest or
I know sometimes you have regret.
I know you're lonely.
I know that you say "never again", but you probably will.
You're only human.