06/02/2021
People see what they wanna see. They will keep talking and talking and say what they wanna say.
Everyday I live listening... just listening.
Spouting words like knife, that bleeds my aching heart. Shedding tears and blood in the dark, with no one to hold on to.
That was, that is, that's how I lived my life... just listening, shedding, and bleeding.
I've been through the darkest, dirtiest tunnel. But I never made it out, I got used to it instead, at least for a while.
We can never get used to things that hurts us.
So I keep hoping for the light, but it never came. The light that I was hoping to guide me out of the darkness.
I write this letter not to gain symphathy, or anything. I am writing this for the people that shares the same struggles.
Don't be like me, I know that I had a choice. I had a choice and I made the choice.
And I chose to escape.
-Synthia
