Edward Scissorhands

Have you ever felt like everything you touched withered? You were Rogue from the X-Men, draining life from anything and everything you loved. Like you were a burden. I know for me, in the days where the sun could be shining and I was still alone in a cavernous world of black and blue, I felt the same way. I was not allowed to want, not allowed any luxury of life. You were Edward Scissorhands, shredding your last hope by your frantic attempt to save it, and those you love. It sounds silly, but really, your friends are there for you. They love you, enough to wait for you to ask. Enough to wade through your stutters and the silences where you bash yourself for ever opening this wound. You cannot walk this alone. We all need help. Accept the sunshine, we love you. It is a painful and beautiful thing, and the choice of doing it everyday hurts and is more happy than anything I have ever experienced. It is truly bittersweet, swallowing a piece of spinach with a strawberry. Do not be afraid of opening, it is the only road to healing. You need to make an incision to perform surgery. Something has to give. Don't kill your hope by stuttering to save it. Rely on them. They are here for it. Keep trying. If some people leave because of you healing, it is okay. There will be people that leave, and people that stay, the great thing is that those of us who stay will always, always, love your ugliest parts. Help you through them. I pray for you, I implore that you rely on them, no matter what you try and tell yourself. That is what friends are for. Don't make "friendship" a hollow word, like so many others.