Dear Michael,
I've fallen back into the same habits again. I'm sorry, I know you promised me, but you're not even around and my world is crumbling down and Its my only getaway. The pain is my getaway. Fresh cuts, scars everything just makes me seem as if I'm useless. I am though. I am useless worthless, not wanted, I'm just a total waste of space.
My anxiety is getting so bad again. I'm not taking my medication anymore. What's the point. It never helped me when I had it before, it was you who helped me. Michael Gordon Clifford you were my saviour, and I'm glad you saved me once before, but this time? I don't think so. But I guess that's okay.
Nightmares haunt me every single night, and its the same recurring one, that I've had since I was younger. But there's a something different. Instead of my dad leaving me... It's you Michael. But that's okay Michael I still love you, And I always will
Your Princess xx
