To you who are reading, there's nothing to say about me, I am a nothing. But you, you're perfect, the mere fact you're alive confirms my words, though you've been hurt, and you've lost yourself and you're not able to see the light anymore. Though you've been breathing darkness, though your nightmares inhabit your days, though any atom of you is full of tiredness. Though you feel worthless, though you feel like you're not ever enough. For anything, for anyone. For you. But not for me. And I know I cannot really do something for you, but trust me if I say that I am always here, for anyone. Thank you for reading.