An open letter to every single soul that has decided to leave because it's time to let the world know that i can't be fixed.
I don't know what's left in me because i think i have let myself pour everything. Into voices. Into words. Into every sleepless night—when we decided to talk about everything. The day that i told every story that have shaped me for who i am, it has turned me into a naked soul.
I feel so ashamed. I've been receiving too many condolences messages because i showed you my scars. I let you listen to my voices especially when i cried for help. I should've met the doctor instead. So i didn't have to ripped my skin and let you left more scars instead.
I am naked. Not because i ever showed my naked body. But because i have shared too many secrets. Too many scars. Too many pain. And too many apologies. Because there's a welcome sign in my dark world and i easily let you in. Because i didn't even build a damn door.
But thank you for leaving after you found out tons of stories behind my smile. I should've locked the door. I should've known well.
— A letter to my heartbreaker(s)
