If I don't make it until the sunrise when the earth spins and the clouds make ways for the warm rays to hit the sweet flowers blossoming from the humid sand, I'm sorry.
I won't lie, I know how much this is going to hurt you, I don't want to bear such weight on your tired lovely eyes but it's what the universe wants to do.
My soul might not inhabit my body once this letter reaches you, but do know I've tried. I fought fate for a few more moments with your hands in mine.
Don't cry over my so called 'tragedy'. Just be sure that you did all that you could to ensure I had a happy life and I'll confirm that I did. I lived a colorful eternity with you by my side.
-Sorry again.
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
