You are loved.
It's not a question.
It's not debatable.
It is a fact, a true fact.
You are loved.
I know, there are some of you out there who read that and just scoffed, but no, I am talking to you.
You are loved.
Some of you don't have the loving, always-there guardian that others grew up with.
Some of you sit in the back of the class, away from other people.
Some of you don't have many friends.
But, still you are loved.
Some of you believe that God loves you, and in that case, it is true.
Some of you may not believe in God, but an other greater force, and they love you.
And some of you, like me, may not believe in any higher force.
Yet you are still loved.
Some of you have never had anyone say anything mean to you.
Some of you have heard people beseeching you to go kill yourself.
Some of you have even felt the tip of a knife on your skin.
Yet you are all still loved
By someone.
By something.
By anything.
For some of you, everyone around you loves you, but you don't see it.
For some if you, it seems that no one around you loves you.
But you are still loved.
Sometimes no one is there for you.
Sometimes plans are changed.
Sometimes people do things they shouldn't have done.
Sometimes you do things you shouldn't have done.
But everyone messes up.
That is why we are all loved.
I most likely don't know you.
You most likely don't know me.
But I can promise you, I can swear on my life
That you are loved.
And that, for some of you,
The only person that does not love you,
Is youself.
I don't know why, but it's not because you want to be like everyone else.
Because then you would love you.
I'm not a special girl, not a counselor,
But I am here to tell you,
To promise you, that you are loved.
Because you are loved.