You

My dear girl, I've seen you laughing, happy, and carefree. You have so many things going for you - you've been told that you're smart, confident, talented. People admire you for your drive, and tell you how nice you are, and how much they envy you. With them, you like to laugh, at your silliness, and you want to love them, to make them smile. Your laugh is a picture of blissful joy, and a carefree life.

But my dear girl, I know you. I was with you when you thought you couldn't sink any lower than that. When you cried under the blanket, hiding from the thrash on your floor. When you went to bed at night dreading the day, and wondering if you'd ever see the sun shine again. I heard you cry through the phone, saw you lose yourself. I was there, when you let go of so many things, and shut yourself in that cell. I knew you thought you would never stand again -

But my dear girl, I've seen you fight. I smiled with you, when you look at the world in amazement, grateful that you were where you were, when you thought you'd never smile a genuine smile again, laugh a happy laugh. I've seen you get better, and resist the inner demons.

Because I know it's possible my girl, I'll see that you keep going on.