Sometimes I love cheering people up.
Even if I didn't know well myself.

Though sometimes, I'm just terrified of the things I would say.

The words of motivation. What would happen if they didn't come true?

I never know.
Yet I take the risk.

It's like deja vú.

Except I stay distant. Yet I want to be involved.

I want to help.

Though somehow.
I feel like yet another burden.

Another let down.
Another failure.

For another her.
I hope you're alright. . .

A battle has been lost but that's not the end of the world, is it?

How pathetic is it that I can only talk from behind a screen?
With only my destructive words to begin with. . .

Though somehow I feel that she'd say they aren't destructive.
That thought alone makes me smile.

For another her,
If you read this, I believe in you.
Don't let the negative thoughts get you down.