LTH-Letter Eleven

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To Shawn

I had spent the entire day locked up in the study room. The pain, the guilt, it's just too much. Why can't I be normal? Or something better, why can't I die? Why can't I just go to sleep and never wake up?

Seriously, I hate life. I hate it. There is no point in being alive. Other than you and Rosie, I have no reason to be alive. No reason to be breathing. But honestly, now I'm not even sure if you guys want me. The looks you give me, the sad look, do you feel bad for new? Is that why you married me? Because you feel bad for me. No matter what, I will always have problems in my life. I don't think I will ever be free. From being abused as a little kid, I doubt it.

I spent the entire day, crying over pictures and then cutting all over my body. I don't do it that deep, but I do it deep enough to draw blood and cause some pain.

Reading over this letter, I feel like I am going crazy, which I probably am.

I love you Shawn

Love you,

Madison

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