Dear _____________

Dear _____________,

Stop it.

You're beautiful.

You're beautiful beyond belief.

You're perfect in your own damn way.

Don't let anyone make you believe differently.

Why?

Why must you believe you're not good enough?

Because you are.

You are,

in a million ways

and more.

Why are you doing this to me?

Aren't you supposed to be happy for me?

Why are you screwing this up?

I love you,

always have...

probably always will.

But you're fucking up love,

big time.

I want you to look me in the eyes

and say

"I'm happy for you".

Is it really that hard?

Can't you stop being selfish for one second?

I need you.

I need to hear you say those

four words.

I need you to show me

you mean them.

Why is it so hard?

Aren't you my

oldest and loveliest friend?

Wake up.

It's not all about you.

I want you to stop this nonsense.

Stop thinking you're not good enough.

Stop wasting your time over

stupid childish thoughts.

Wake UP.

I need you to stop.

I need you to be there.

I don't need your criticism,

I need your love.

Stop this.

Stop.

Stop.

Wake UP.

And tell me

you know you're beautiful.

Wake UP.

And tell me

you're sorry.

(Mean it?)

Wake UP.

Because I need you.

I need you...

now more than ever,

when everything is going to hell.

Wake UP.

Because we can't keep dancing around the truth.

I don't need your jealousy.

I don't need your anger.

Your hate.

I need you as my friend.

I need you as that three year old

that became the person I know now.

I need you, as the one

I've always laughed, cried,

screamed

with.

Wake UP.

Because this isn't perfection,

this isn't your world.

Honey,

this is reality.

And in reality

you never know what you have

until you lose it.

And in reality,

it'll get old.

In reality,

I won't want to hear it forever.

And in reality,

we just might not be able to fix

all your broken strings.

And in reality,

I could stop trying.

So

I

beg

of

you,

STOP.