Letters To You

thirteen

Dear Someone,

Day 1:

Do you know what it's like to be falling apart?

Do you know what its like to be screaming for help, but no one can cares enough to see?

Do you know what its like to think that there is no other way so you think 'oh it's just one slit. it won't make it difference. It will be okay.'?

I do. I surely do.

I can't take it anymore. I can't take the pain, the bullying, the "harmless" jokes.

I can't.

Day 5:

it turned into more then one cut. It turned into a lot more then a simple cut. It has turned in to at least 20.

I just can't take it. I'm sorry. I know I failed you and everyone else, but I couldn't handle it.

I know I am being vague but I can't get into details or else I might cut even more.

Day 10:

I'm going to do it. I'm going to end it. End it all. End the pain and numbness to happiness and everything.

I know my handwriting is sloppy and hurried and I know I have been vague and I know I haven't written enough for you to know me, but I had to write this.

I love you, Chandler. I always have, I always will.

I love you, mom. I love you, Dad. I love you, Paisley. I love you, Mark.

I love you, Lacey.

I love you all.

I'm sorry.

-Delilah.

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Dear You,

They found Delilah laying on the floor with this note in her hand. I know that it is hard to stop self harm, but you need to. Anyone who does needs to, so please stop. Please just stop right now.

Sometimes things can get to far and you end up like Delilah.

Please stop, I am begging you.

You are amazing, beautiful, worthy enough, beyond amazing and beyond wonderful words. 

I love you and I am here for you and I will never leave. Not now, not later, not ever, I promise I will stay with you forever and I will always be here for you.

I love you.

Stay strong.

Don't harm your amazing self.

-Me.