Then I realized how lonely you could be, so fragile, and then I forget how damned my life was and how much better it is compared to yours.

Then I realized how you needed someone, but I can’t fucking do anything.

I want to hug you but I feel like I don’t deserve to be your friend at this point.

“Who am I?” it’s a question yet to be answered, will you be there along the way for me to figure it out?

Possibly, hopefully.