Even the most miniscule amount of remorse you feel, I feel as well. Every ounce of pain you suffer makes me wince. My chest aches whenever your eyes brim with tears, and my sanity shatters when that bloody razor falls on your marble bathroom floor.
It appears my soul is embedded to yours, for I feel as though you complete me. I wish I had the courage to tell you that you are beautiful. I know words like that would have helped me when I was feeling similarly. I, however, am introverted and keep to myself. You, on the other hand, radiate with an artificial sheet of joy everyone seems to appreciate. I can see through that, though. I know how you're feeling, and I recognize what you do in order to try to hide it..