A Letter to a Former Me

This brief little piece started out a letter... from me, to me. But not to me as I am. To me as I was when I was consumed with anger and grief.

I'm so thankful those times have passed. :)

Tell me.

Tell me why

You want to die,

Why you lie

Wallowing in self-pity,

Sobbing over the shitty

Little existence you

Created for yourself.

Tell me.

Tell me who

Could ever love you

In the unconditional

Way you demand it.

When, underhanded,

You take hearts

And give none back.

Tell me.

Tell me where

You go in there,

Inside your mind,

What do you find

While you sit

Alone.

In the dark.