You

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     This is my letter to You.

     You who made me cry more tears then I can count. You who hurt me more than any bullet ever could. You who I trusted with everything that I am and everything that I ever thought I could be. You were supposed to be the protector of my dreams, instead, You chose to protect the nightmares that haunt me each night. You were supposed to save me from my tower and live happily ever after, instead You took me from my castle and dragged me down to hell.

     You are the reason every breath I take feels like I'm being stabbed. Every step I take to move forwards feels like I'm walking on a path of shattered glass. You are the one who pushed me into this deep dark well of despair, and yet You are the one I'm still hoping will reach down to help pull me out. You stabbed me in the back with more knives then there is space to put them, and yet I always find myself crawling back to You.

     I hate You for all the horrible things You have done and the choices You have made. You tell me I can have everything my heart desires, and then You take them away from me just as I think they are within reach. You tell me I can be happy, only to tear that happiness to pieces once You see that I finally got it.

     However, as much as I hate to admit it, I will never be able to outrun You, because I am You, and You are Me.

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