Dear writer
To whoever is writing my story,
I beg you to answer all my why’s
To fill the empty void in my heart
And give meaning to all the nights drowned by my hollow cries
Why did they have to leave?
I needed them most
Now without them I’m left drowning
Searching for comfort while I hang off the coast
To whoever is writing my story
Why did you hurt little me so much?
She wasn’t fat or ugly
She just needed a friend or such
Why did I grow up hating myself
With resentment and utter disgust?
It gets better I was told
But that’s something I could never trust
To whoever is writing my story
Thank you for bringing him in
But please don’t make him hate me
As I lie peacefully in my sin
I did the best I could
And for so long I tried to stay,
But I’m tired now
And I’ve got nothing left to say
To whoever is writing my story
Thanks for the laughter, the smiles and the woes
I don’t have much ink left
I beg you to bring my story to a close.
Copyright © Preeti Gill | Year Posted 2025
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