If I could’ve been you Then why would I want to Your life seemed perfect on the outside But I could see what You tried so desperately to hide You told everyone that you’re fine Weaving a mask out of lies The shame growing like a tumor But you always had a great sense of humor Almost like you were frozen At the age you were broken You tried to fix it But they wouldn’t listen You grabbed the knife...

You assured me it was okay

Told me she is “just a friend”

But I came home

And saw her on our bed

You don’t have to explain

I already know the answer

I already know what you’re going to say

“This isn’t what it looks like”

But it is

I gave you all I had

But all you gave me were lies

Wrapped in a facade

So believable

That I didn’t give it a second thought

So I’m not giving you a sec...

Another letter

From a secret lover

Sending me his love

Who could it be?

The quiet boy in the corner

Or the obnoxiously loud one at the front of the room

I guess that’s the point of “secret”

In a secret admirer

But something tells me to find him…

Another letter

Signed at the bottom

Anonymous...

After the storm

Is the remains of what used to be

The aftermath

Of something so cruel

Puddles of the memories that you wish you could have forgotten

But they linger

Because there is no sun to dry them up

No happiness to drown out the pain

There is only sorrow

And the burdens

That you will carry until

The day you die...

TW: ⚠️mentions of suicide and OD⚠️

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