Dear Midnight,
Sometimes I look at sleeping pills or knifes or any sort of sharp object or thing that can kill a person, and I wonder.
But then I think I won't, because you've already gone, and mom can't lose someone else.
Even though, you know, I barely exist to her, unless it's for taking out her anger.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To Midnight
Short Story"Dear Midnight, I miss you. " Exploring grief, mental illness and what suicide does to families. TW: Anorexia, self harm, suicide
