Chapter 8

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Dear teenage heartbreak

I am allowed to write letters again. I believe that staying here hasn't changed me just polished my outer shell. I have lived in the mental hospital for quite a while now, emotions don't flow, everything is dead. They think that everything is better now but the only thing that's actually helping is writing letters to you.

I want to leave. I want to find you and live our lives together or else not live at all. My heart is pumping blood but my soul is a rhyme which has lost it's ring.

"Swimming in the deepest ocean, jumping from the highest building, flying far far above the ground, I would do all this if I just got to be with you, my only equal." Love is a part of life but death is not a part of life. Death is my equal.

Rambling pointless words, living a pointless life.

Yours Truly Jupiter

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Dear teenage heartbreak

The world is filled with lies. Everyday I watch the people outside the window, casually walking by, running as if their lives depended on it. The doctor tells me I'm soon free to go BUT they're putting me on probation. Which basically means death is far away.

I miss the adrenaline, the joy, the simple feeling of pure happiness. The butterflies in my stomach when I saw you smile. Simplicity, beauty, happiness are replaced with sadness, complication and misery. I wish I could send this to you.

You probably don't remember me, I am just a wilted flower, a spark which has lost it's mist.

Swim far, drown slow, die fast.

Yours Truly Jupiter

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