Letters to someone who never replies.
Letters to someone who never replies.
Every day I'll write letters I never dare to show anyone.
They’re my diary, my safe place. I can pour out everything I feel, while knowing no one will be able to read it. I know it’s not healthy to hide everything, but I'm scared because I don’t know who I can trust. I never know who to tell. Sometimes I write letters to people I care about, but I’ll never give them the letters. They'll never reply the way I need.
And I’m afraid. I’m afraid. I’M AFRAID. I want to yell, cry, scream, but my throat closes and I swallow it all. It's like a separate mind from mine. That's where it all goes.
So I write. That’s my coping mechanism. I know it's a bad way to cope but it's the only way my feelings will burst out. Only three people would ever be allowed to see these letters: my ****, ********, and ******. Wait, why are there names gone? I didn't want this. Make it stop. Please! I'm begging you to make it stop! Their names are. . . Why can't I remember their names?
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