Toxixdesiparents Stories

To the parents who never listened. To the relatives who never shut up. To the friends who never stayed. These are my letters. Unsent, unwanted, but still, written. These are the words I'll never say out loud. The rage that burns holes in my chest, the loneliness that tastes like blood. Letters I'll never send, but I'll write them anyway-because sometimes survival looks like ink on a page.