Dear, Missing something
Do you hear that? The thoughts I mean. This is the part you leave because you can't hear anything. You see, I wouldn't blame you if you left. I, too, wish I could leave you just own the luxury. If you stayed then I'm sorry. I'm sorry for my mood swings, my fire spitting tounge. Im sorry for the bad days and the memories of the good ones. I'm sorry that I will never be fixed. I will get better but my dear I will always hate my being even when I like it. My car will always want to hug a tree, my hands always wanting to grant that wish, and my arms always locking before the turn. I don't want to die. If i did then how would you hear me? Do you know why you can't hear anything yet? Listen.
I speak my mind but my heart is full of stage fright. I don't know how to help it speak. If you have caught my hearts voice please send it back to me, it has so much more to say. You don't have to listen but these words have no where to go and no way to get there. I can cope with no destination, but no way there is where I must draw a line.
My point is, I'm sorry. I'm not okay but that's okay as long as I have a way to get somewhere in the world.
Sincerely, It will speak again
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