•Xavier•

I know that you think you're heartless, that you believe you've lost the ability to feel. But I want you to know that I see the truth. I see the way you care for others, the way you worry about their well-being, and the way you put their needs before your own.

You may think that you're just going through the motions, that you're just pretending to be a good person. But I know that's not true. I know that you have a heart, a heart that's been broken and bruised, but a heart nonetheless.

Your past has left its scars, and I know that it's hard for you to trust others, to let them in. But I want you to know that I'm here for you, that I see you, and that I care.

You overthink everything, Xavier. You analyze every situation, every conversation, every glance. You worry about what others think of you, about how you're coming across. But I want you to know that it's okay to stop thinking for a minute. It's okay to just be.

You don't have to be strong all the time, Xavier. You don't have to put on a brave face, to pretend that everything is okay when it's not. You can be vulnerable, you can be weak, and you can be honest.

I know that it's hard for you to accept, but you are loved, Xavier. You are worthy of love, of care, of compassion. You don't have to earn it, you don't have to prove yourself. You just have to be.

And, being rude it alright. Don't give a shit about what other think.

•𝐀 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲•

•𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦•

your mind is a maze of what-ifs and maybes

a never-ending cycle of thoughts that plague

the ghosts of your past, they whisper your name

reminding you of the scars that still remain

you were a child, lost and alone

forced to grow up, before your time was known

the weight of the world, it crushed your soul

leaving you with wounds, that still haven't healed whole

but still you rise, with a strength that's admirable

a mask that hides the pain, the tears that fall like rain

you pretend to be fine, when you're dying inside

afraid to let others see, the cracks that you can't hide

you think you're the problem, the one to blame

that if you were different, your life would be less of a shame

but what if I told you, that's not true?

that your worth isn't defined, by the things you've been through?

you are more than your past, more than your pain

more than the voices, that whisper you're to blame

you are strong, but it's okay to be weak

to let others in, to let yourself speak

so let the walls down, let the tears fall like rain

let yourself be seen, let yourself be loved, let yourself be saved

you don't have to be the strong one, all the time

it's okay to be vulnerable, to let your heart align.

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