Lucky || nh

Letter 3

Dear Niall,

You asked me why I was like this.

I told you I was dying.

You told me I was wrong.

I asked why'd you care.

You told me you didn't know.

I told you that you can't care about me.

You yelled at me saying that I was just too stubborn to realize I was fine and that everything will be okay.

I yelled at you saying you were wrong and that I will die.

You stormed out.

You left me crying in the room.

I wish you could just realize, I was dying.

I hurt myself that night.

I let myself fall again.

Don't let yourself get you.