I can hear it in your voice. You're lonely and broken, constantly held down by the demons in your head. They tell you that you're not enough. Even though you've been so strong and have come so far, the voices get louder and louder until you finally begin to believe them.

Despite a loving mass of fans, loyal friends, and a caring family, you feel like there's no one on this Earth that will ever truly understand your pain. You feel so darkly and desperately alone.

That's why you turn to drugs, an irresistible siren song now harmonizing with the dark voices in your head.

This is the only way to get the pain to stop.

You're numb, no longer hurting. Nothing can touch you.

You're okay now.

But then, you need more. The comedown is unbearable and you're awash with feelings of guilt. You feel like you've let everyone down. You've let yourself down. And now, again, you're lying in your bed, broken and alone.

It's a terrible endless cycle. You know that better than most people. Addiction is a relentless beast that rears its ugly head, even when you think you're home free.

I know it's hard, but please don't go.

Six months ago, I was not a Demi Lovato fan. I'd heard "Cool For The Summer" and loved the undertones of Demi hooking up with a girl. It made me reflect on how I felt before I came out; it was something that I could relate to. But that's it. The radio stations stopped playing it, so I forgot.

Then, "Sorry, Not Sorry" came along. Jesus, this girl is confident, I thought. I want to be just like her. Demi, you don't know it, but you helped me deal with bad breakups and self-esteem issues just by singing a song.

My appreciation and admiration for Demi Lovato skyrocketed after I watched "Simply Complicated" on YouTube. The trailer was running as an ad before videos, and it made me want to see another side of Demi.

She blew me away.

I've never appreciated a celebrity as much as I appreciate Demi, and it's largely due to her documentary. I felt like I got to know the true Demi. This sounds corny, but I fell in love with her music and her personality. She's someone that I'd want for a best friend.

Maybe that's why this is hitting me so hard. She feels like a best friend, even though we're worlds apart. Her music has a way of connecting people and it's grabbed me.

Dear Demi, I don't know if you'll ever read this, but I love you.

Your music matters. Even without your art, you matter. You're living and breathing and feeling, just like me and seven billion other human beings right this second.

The world would not be the same without you. You are not alone. Please, stay strong and fight. You've shown me how to be strong, and I'll always stand by you.

Love,

Just one person on the internet who loves you.