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⚠️

Betrayal feels like a gunshot wound killing you

Slowly

Painfully

Betrayal feels like a knife stabbing your heart

Again

And again

Betrayal feels like your soul leaving your body

You try to get it back

You try to grasp onto what little life you have left

But just like that it’s gone

And you feel as your childlike innocence and love for life fades with it

You tr...

It’s not the heartbreak that kills you

It’s the desperation

The wanting

Waiting

For him to take you back

When all along it was written in the stars that it was never meant to last

And that’s all you can think about

When you look up at the moon and you see his face carved into it

When everywhere you go you can smell his old cologne

The one he said he wouldn’t wear, but he wore it anyway becaus...

He runs his fingers through his soft, curly hair. I just can’t help but focus on how gently he brushes his other hand along my arm. Jack has been my best friend since preschool, and I had never thought of him as anything more than a friend. But now…I feel something more between us.

I run my fingers through my messy hair. I don’t know why, but my other hand reaches out to her arm. I glide my hand ...

I had struggled for hours, thinking that maybe I should just give up. Becoming so weak over the past few months, I could feel myself withering. I knew I wasn’t going to survive very long, so I decided to bake cookies for my hospice nurse to thank her for taking care of me. In hindsight, it was not a very good idea. But in the end, I had a lot of help from my husband, and my extremely eager ten yea...