Dear Liz,
I am writing to you once again,
Because you understand,
You know what it's like to be me,
I'm someone I hope you'll never turn out to be,
I feel numb, selfless,
Terrified, yet very selfish,
I've found myself wondering why,
Why am I alive?
Why am I still here?
Just, why?
Have I not been through enough?
Must I continue this path that is so rough?
Am I giving up?
Am I ready to walk away from the fight?
I am madness,
I am reckless,
And I'm not okay,
I want this to end,
Nothing makes sense, Liz,
Not even the love that makes my heart beat,
The beast inside me is breaking its cage,
The weight of life on my shoulders has become too much,
Its fists are hitting every inch of me with more rage,
More rage than their filthy touch,
Where am I going?
What about the places where I haven't been?
Who will meet me there?
When will these feelings end?
Why do I even feel this way?
Why me, Liz?
Why did these feelings pick me?
What did I do to deserve this?
I will drive myself insane if I try to find the answer,
But there are things that are better left unsaid,
Maybe one day you and I will both understand,
Only hope that it won't be too late.
Yours,
Elizabeth
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Dear Elizabeth
PoetryThe purpose is to help me cope. Told in a dramatic monologue, I walk my younger self through the things I lived. I only hope these messages will relieve the hurt as I still carry the painful memories I didn't have a chance to release. Because at tho...
