These Things Take Time

Who knows which way I'm going anymore? I'm old and grown and I've changed and molded and loved and lived.
I still am...but I'm just getting by sometimes too. I still wonder "what if" like I did when I was five. But this time I'm finding answers.
Sometimes I wish I could keep just asking "what if?". But I can't. I have to keep walking forward, not in circles.
I've found out that all I've guess and known is true and false at the same time. And that I don't have enough words or time to justify
everything that truly matters. I'm going to have to pick and choose. And sometimes my heart will hurt and I'll need to be picked back up.
I won't ever understand everything but I can understand a lot now that people go through. Maybe that was the point of all of it. I can use
each and every experience to relate and to help and save someone else. And if so then I'm glad. I don't care if it hurt if it'll help me help you eventually.
Maybe you don't know, and you probably don't, but I look up to you. Somewhat at least. And I care about you more than even I knew I did. I just want
to somehow find a way to make you believe that each breath you take is important. Like the world isn't gonna hurt quite as bad as you think it does.
And just because it has hurt doesn't mean it always will. I've learned that and I want to help you see the world the way it reaches my eyes. I know I'm young
but I've lived. I have hurt and lied and bled and loved and cried and laughed just like you have. But I can't help you yet. Not until you really trust me.
I've never had a hard time trusting. I trust too easy and quickly and I know sometimes that's a bad thing. And it doesn't help me understand your view.
But you can trust me. Because I see you in full and I want you to see yourself the way the world does. You are strong and beautiful and smart
and awesome. Nothing changes overnight, but if you give me a chance you'll see I can shake up the world you know. Good change is a good thing
and I met you for a reason. I have a habit of being abrupt. Of walking into peoples lives and shaking them up. Only thing is you shook mine up first. Right
when I was about to fall off the edge you turned the world and I fell back on. Someday I'll find a way to repay you for that. I know you don't really know what you did
but maybe one day I'll be able to explain. The truth isn't easy to find or talk about, but by uncovering them we find the scars we buried and heal them.
Will you let me walk with you? Because each step is one more moment you can touch the world, and you already have. Will you let me help you see? Because
you are worth it. And I want you to know that.