To the girl that never speaks.

I hear you.

I hear the demons clawing at your rib cage. I hear the words that you scream into the night. I hear the sound of you pounding your fists aginst the wall. I hear your hopeful prayers to the moon. I hear you sniffling and sobbing as the world sleeps. And I hear the sound of your soft voice as you tell everyone "I'm fine".

I see you.

I see you walking the halls with your head down. I see you shaking in the classroom. I see you burying yourself in books. I see your panicked wide eyes. I see you sitting alone in the cafeteria. I see you falling to pieces in the girl's locker room. I see the mask that you put on every day and the way you hope someone will look through it. And I see the way you hide under your covers hoping the world will just stop spinning.

I feel you.

I feel the sadness that wracks your chest. I feel your tense muscles. I feel how good those sips of wine taste. I feel the sobs that crumble your body. I feel the panic take possession of you. I feel the words get trapped in your throat. I feel the hot tears pour out of your eyes. And I feel how cold and dark it is inside of you.

I know you.

I know the way you pull your sweaters down over your hands. I know how you feel alone. I know that when the night comes you finally feel awake. I know how content you are when you're holding a book. I know how much you hate this world. And I know how unfair this is to you.

I hear you. I see you. I feel you. And I know you because I am you.