dear someone, i know you probably don't care. i know you're probably busy watching tv or dealing with your own problems, or maybe you're busy laughing and chasing butterflies. maybe you spend afternoons in the grass, smelling the sun and tasting life. maybe you don't have time to worry about me. but i'm going to pretend you care. i just want someone to hear me, honestly. i don't expect you to understand or care or even listen. i'm just hoping that you will.
dear someone, i guess i should start by telling you that i wish i didn't have to live anymore. free time is spent wondering if there's any way i could possibly suffocate myself. i guess i should tell you that i'm sorry about this, but the problem is i'm not. there's a constant throbbing behind my eyes. i dream of cliff jumping (i've heard it feels like flying). i sleep with ice in my nervous heart, and reality slowly fades into nightmares. i think of life as a waterfall. hope and happiness and love fall into the hands of the people waiting below. but fear is the only thing that falls into mine.
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