How much sadness was born because I exist?

How many people were hurt by the words I said?

How many people think it would be better if I weren't here?

"Sorry, I'm not interested in that topic."

Those people are probably the majority.

No, that's not true— that's what I want to tell you, but it probably won't reach you right now. It's okay to be depressed. You can stay shut away as long as you like.

I'll be right here by the door, sitting cross-legged.

If this world were full of light, we wouldn't need any more of it, so people would wander in search of darkness. They would look up at the blackness stitching the stars together.

I cry a lot because of you. I'm sad because of you. I'm laughing because of you. Maybe you're right.

I get hurt because of you. It's painful because of you. When you smile, I'm happy.

I want to see you again.

I want to live with you.