You matter to me.
You matter to your parents, to your teachers, to your peers, to the neighbor down the street who sees you making angels in the newly fallen snow.
You matter to people who don’t even know you.
We want to wrap you in our arms and say you matter. That we’re here. That we’d take your pain if you let us.
Your head sometimes lies. Your bullies lie. Wolves lurking in the shadows waiting for you- lie.
Take my hand, you don’t even have to talk. Don’t have to explain.
Did you know that we’d cry? That we’d feel an ache in that place we knew you? That even those who didn’t know you, who never even saw your face. We cry.
This? It’s not always gonna feel this bad.
I promise you, it too will pass.
That weight? Some day it’ll be gone.
The feeling that your whole world is caving in? The world is much bigger than this, my dear.
Please, just stay. You matter too much, you’re not done here, my friend. You matter too much.