Dear Me
Dear Me
Dear Me,
How did you do it?
How did you become free?
I really hope you aren’t a spirit.
How did we get out of this pickle?
Where we’re the ones stuck in the middle.\Did we fight the fight?
Or just hold our fist in our mouth and bite?
What does it feel like to be free?
To be out of this “humble abode.”
Who did it appease?
Us or that monster we’ve named as our dark mode?
As I’m writing this letter,
I hope you will show me the way to go.
That someday all of this will get better
and that one day I can stop this freak show.
Dear me,
Please help me become free.
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It’s all your fault. You’re the one that pushed them away. You can never just let anybody in.
I cried as the words kept repeating in my head. They were right. It’s all my fault. I always do this. I have no one to blame but myself...
They were there for you. Why did you let them go? Why did you say all of those hurtful things? Don’t you care?
I do care.... But I just... I was just so afraid. I was afraid of losing them that I thought that I should just never have them in order for it to not happen. During that time I felt they just never cared.... I was so wrong.
You’re a monster. A disgrace.
Those two sentences seem to be screaming at me in my mind as I look at myself in the mirror.
It would be better if you could just die. Everyone would just be happier without you.
As my once silent tears turn into loud sobs I contemplate whether or not I should finally give in. Holding the razer as it seems to be encouraging me to give it all the power it needs to carry out the deadly deed.
Nobody will be hurt when you leave. No one will be sad.
Right before I do the deadly thing a thought shoots across my mind...
Please.... Someone.... Anyone... Help
“And I write and I write and I write and nothing says it all.”
– the story of my derailed heart
7/24/17
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