Let me in.

I see you suffering.

I see you crying.

Let me be the one who saves you.

Please.

I don't want to lose you because of them.

They hurt you, and you let them in.

So why not me? 

Please.

I know you hate yourselves.

I see you struggling with the little things.

Your weight.

Your height.

Your hair.

Your make-up.

Let me show you none of those things matter.

Please.

Because maybe by teaching you that these things don't matter,

I will also learn.

Let me help you understand,

So that maybe,

One day,

I can understand myself.

Please.

All you have to do,

All you have to see,

Is that it will be okay,

To just let me in.