Hold On Till May | m.c.

XVI

Tuesday, 24.04.

Dearest Michael,

I've read every single word you wrote, it touched my heart deeply. Even though I'm lost, I don't want to be found.

I've been away for a few days. Nobody is going to miss me.

What do you see when you close your eyes? How do you feel when you see it?

I feel sad and empty, worthless and useless. I quit living up everyone's expectations, but I also quit myself. The thoughts I have, my mind, it scares me. You're the last gleam of hope I have. I wish you could hold my hand and lead me out of the dark, save me from my own created demons. Please help me Michael. It's too much to ask for, but please.

I'm gonna do anything you want, just please come and hold my hand.

Still alive

Zia