A Short Letter To Myself (Ready For Change)

2:04 am                                                                                                Nov. 23rd, 2017

You know it’s bad
when you’d rather fake it
than keep on feeling like crap any longer.
When you’d rather pretend everything’s fine
because that’s easier than trying to deal with the problem.
But that’s what happens.
You have a problem.

It begins to grow
It grows so much that eventually it becomes too much,
too overwhelming.
But you dwell on that pain.
You practically thrive on self destruction.
And then you find yourself growing tired.
Tired of trying to get over this.
Tired of wishing and wanting things to change.
Tired of everything.

Until one day you sit down on the sofa,
and silently stare at the last words on the last page of your favorite book,
and you realize how much you just don’t care anymore.
You realize how hard life is and how hard you’ve made it on yourself
and that’s when you decide one of two things.
The first option is the most common;
the easy way.

This is when you put that book down,
crawl into your bed,
and weep.
You give up.
And you’re gone.
You spend the rest of your life wallowing in your sorrow and pain,
you give up on life and any hope of ever being happy
and believe me,
you never will be.

But the second option,
that’s the one less chosen.
The more difficult way.

When you flip back to the beginning of that book and read it again
because maybe the ending wont be so sad the next time you read it.
You get up
and make yourself a warm cup of coffee,
you eat something.
You’ll throw on your favorite outfit.
You do your hair,
you do your makeup.
You smile,
even if it’s fake.

You take a few deep breaths.
And at the end of the day,
you might actually be happy.
Even if it’s just a little bit.

Because being happy doesn’t just happen on its own.
You choose to be happy.

And one day,
you’ll be happy without even trying.


Nothing Left To Say.



Why can’t I just say how I feel?

Why can’t I let it out?

Why do I only cry alone?

Why do I hurt?

Why is this so hard to understand?

Why is it that all I can seem to ask, is why?

What can I do?

What is this all for?

What am I even living for?

What is wrong with me?

What is keeping me from what I want?

What is going on in my head?

When did I become sad?

When did I shut the door?

When did I push everyone away?

When did I hold back?

When did I let myself fall apart like this,

with no signs of ever coming back alive?

And tell me;

When did I start thinking death would be better than living?

I have nothing to say anymore.

I’ve held it in so long,

The words are just gone.

I’ve recited every line,

So many times.

Till all I had left,

Left me like a rushing river.

My heart aches,

But there’s nothing you can do.

Please, just let me be.

You weren’t there when I needed you.

Don’t come back and ask me to reopen wounds for you.

My time for mourning is over.

I no longer wish to speak

Of the dreams that used to be.

I need to breathe,

I need you to simply let me be.

What’s done is gone and past.

Just as the seasons change,

so do we.

Listen to me,

It’s all I ever wanted.

It’s all I ever asked.

Hear me.

It’smy last request.

Love me.

But please,

Don’t hurt me anymore.