I promised someone special to me that I'd say everything I had to before it was too late. My family has a strange way of never getting the chance to say goodbye to the people we love, and the people we love have a funny way of being taken from us too soon.
There's a lot I have to say, I don't talk much. In all actuality, I don't talk at all.
When you go through life silently people tend to forget that you have feelings. They look past the fact that certain circumstances damaged you beyond repair, and you're left with nothing but broken pieces, shattered memories with sharp edges that cut through you with no remorse. Life, hits different when you have no one to bleed on.
I just want to say it all, in case tomorrow is to late.
