What you did hurt. What you said hurt even more, but what hurt the most was what you took from me. You didn't just steal the feelings that filled my chest or the memories we shared. You stole me. Every thing about me that made me feel whole. The way I talked, the way I thought, the confidence I once had. All of it. Gone. I'm a shell of the person I was the day you did what you did. Constantly just going through the motions of being okay, acting as if what's inside of my head isn't my reality. Take the memories, take any last bit of you that is left in me, but I need myself back. I need to feel whole again. Until then, I'll continue to pick up the pieces of myself. The pieces that haven't slipped through the cracks already.
Letters for Her to Never Read // d.k











