Dear Self,
Dear self how can you stand all this pain? When will it be your last day. You question whether anyone love’s you no matter how surrounded you may be. You question if your lover even cares if you breathe. Dear self, how much longer can you stand your own skin. How long will it be until you start to rip it again. Your sanity is slowly slipping away, and your heart is doing more than just a break. Its as if you willingly put it out as a doormat, hoping someone will stomp on it and kick it around. Is it a toy you can lend? Is it not worth much value? No one told...