There are those of you who are capable of writing down your thoughts effortlessly.
As if your hands were made to pour out words and have them appear on paper.
As if this was some sort of talent placed upon you at birth.
There are those of you who have to struggle to get your emotions out.
You have to forcibly rip these words from your gut.
You are the people that feel so unknown in this world.
You are the people that suffer daily in unimaginable agony.
You loathe the others effortless ways and carefree lives.
Yet I am here to tell you that you are not unknown.
I have seen your struggles and your torment.
I have heard your screams in the dead of night.
I have wiped away your tears when you were too tired to do so yourself.
And I hold your fragile heart in my hands as if it were my own.
So you see my friend, you are not unknown.