(Please note that some words were illegible and have not been put in to the letter)
Dear Storm,
I've been writing letters to you when I'm upset to better express myself because talking just can't seem to help me. So I'd rather write out myself feelings out.
I'm depressed.
You know this and so does a lot of people now.
My soul is in despair as is my mind. I can't set my emotions as ease. I'm tired of pretending that I'm alright. That I'm happy when I'm not. I'm so tired of it all. I just feel like everything will be better if I wasn't evens born.
I'm....... and yet I'm a burden. I'm..... and there's nothing I can do about it. Well except die. To you and apparently everyone I know.. that's not an option, yet for me it's the only option.
Well not just an option but a solution.
I'm sorry that I'm disappointing you all the time.
I love you and yet I still want to die.
I'm sorry.
And sometimes I wonder if that hurts you just as much as it hurts me.
A thousand apologies,
Your future wife.
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Letters That I'll Never Send
PoetryA series of letters that could never be sent to each and every person that have held a special place in one's heart.
