Letters

I write suicide letters in my head sometimes. Like today, on a 3 hour drive home. I think about who would want an explanation, who deserves one. The thought of actually doing anything to render those letters true always makes me weep! This is why I know I’d never bring myself to ever need to create them. But still, I write suicide letters in my head sometimes. I’ve addressed a few to God. Asking him why he thinks I’m so strong? Why he keeps giving me loads to carry? I ask him to bring me to safety. I beg Him to send someone to protect me. He hasn’t read those yet. Nonetheless, His comforting presence keeps me from actual pen and paper. And still, I write suicide letters in my head sometimes.

“This life. This night. Your story. Your pain. Your hope. It matters. All of it matters.” — Jamie Tworkowski

Don’t give up. Lets keep going, together. Please!

Discover

I don’t want the heavy responsibility
that lingers with completing you.
I’d much rather you meet me whole.
So we can simply water the other,
instead of draining one another.
We were never meant to find our half
We’re whole beings simply longing to
discover the parts of us others see.