This is a shout out to no one.
A shout out to you, because you’re still here, even though you and I both know that you wish you weren’t.
My glass is full and I want to offer a toast to your bravery. You, who trusted. Who got hurt.
I know you don’t belong to this skin of yours. You belong to the stars. You belong to the colours, and the darkness, all together. Maybe the words too. But not these, never these.
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.