letters
While everyone fell asleep
I stayed awake
Writing until my hand ached
Letting it all out
The paper can’t judge
I wrote until my hand couldn’t hold the pen
And my breathing was hard from the tears
Then I shoved it in my desk
Hoping it wouldn’t come to someone
Having to read the words I wrote
The words stay there in that drawer
For months to come
More and more paper added each night
Sometimes just a sentence
While others look like essays
Each one different
But all tear-stained
And capturing the pain
I tried to get rid of them many times
Telling myself I was exaggerating
But I couldn’t part
My soul was written on those scraps
And I had to keep it around just in case
Just in case
It all became too much
And I gave in
Those letters would be there
To show the world I tried my best to stay afloat
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