Letters to No One

I don't know who I'm writing to; there's no one in particular. I've just chosen to finally let go of all that was, but will no longer be, left unsaid owning up to the fact that if I hold on any longer the trace of all whom purposely left, pouring the damn alcohol into my lungs, making my heart sting with every beat that it took, will just track me down in my nightmares and haunt me when I'm most vulnerable to the pain. I guess you could say that it's time to say goodbye.

**These are just short letters that I decided to write. Yes everything in them actually happened, but I'm not looking for attention or sympathy. Just nice feedback and interested readers.**