I did what I could. I tried my best. I need, like NEED to learn how to move on. Why does my heart still hold on though? It genuinely hurts. Like is it normal how much it hurts. I'm trying to move on. I'm trying. Is that what you wanted? Because I'm trying. What more can I do. I wanna curse God. But I know that won't accomplish anything. Can someone shoot me? I need to get away. I've done my part. I apologized. What more can I do? Nothing. Maybe that's what bothers me so much. I'm so used to be able to solve things. But this just seems to be something I can't fix. I need help. Someone save me.
I don't understand why you hate me so much though. Am I really that bad of a person? Maybe, I am. I must be, right? I just want to understand. I want things to go back to normal. I guess normal doesn't exist for me. Because I've never been normal. I'm just that person in the corner, crying because I don't know what else to do. That sums me up pretty well. Wouldn't life be better without me? I can't help but wonder. Like for real. The person I want to be there for me, hates me most. I doubt that I'm worthy of this. To live, or to die, that's what my life has come to. I mean I could easily, easily, cut my arms. I could make my body bleed. But what good would that do. It wouldn't help me. But I have nothing left. I have no reason left. I lost my chance. My chances. And all I can say. Is that I want to die.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to You
PoetryThe letters I never was able to give The things I was never able to say These are all the things I wanted to give you In the hopes to make you stay *** asterisks will be used for trigger warnings
