My Letter
Dear You,
If you happen to read this one day, just know that the reason I wrote this now was to tell you the things that I couldn’t tell you personally. Of how I feel being in this world yet felt so detached and alone. Of how I truly loathe how my life end up here and have no power to even change it. Of how I already died inside when I lose all the things I have interest in. My dreams, my passion, my happiness all taken away from me in force and I got stuck here with these entire problem.
Been years I have no longer living, heck I didn’t even have a life on my own. I live someone else’s dreams and responsibility and it killed me inside. I live in someone else’s expectation which I can’t fulfill.
It killed who I really am and I started to lose hope. After that I lose my smile, the rest are just following right after that.
I lose my ability to be thankful. I live but not truly living. My soul died and it leaves me with the body and brain who could no longer appreciate living. I pleaded to be saved, I pleaded someone’s help yet no one listened, not once understand. I realize I’m such a complicated human being, with thoughts people could not comprehend.
Know this; it wasn’t your fault of my sudden departure which isn’t sudden at all. I planned this all along; you just failed to realize it sooner.
I’m sorry for disappointing you, for always being the hard one, the rude one. I’m sorry because I felt it hard inside of me as well. I’m sorry because I couldn’t say my farewell properly and leaving you wondering of why this kind of things even happen. I’m sorry because you couldn’t understand me who giving up of everything easily. I’m a free spirited person yet I’m trapped, being held inside the cage in this city of nothingness.
I hope now you could understand me better when you read this.
With Love,
The real me
If you happen to read this one day, just know that the reason I wrote this now was to tell you the things that I couldn’t tell you personally. Of how I feel being in this world yet felt so detached and alone. Of how I truly loathe how my life end up here and have no power to even change it. Of how I already died inside when I lose all the things I have interest in. My dreams, my passion, my happiness all taken away from me in force and I got stuck here with these entire problem.
Been years I have no longer living, heck I didn’t even have a life on my own. I live someone else’s dreams and responsibility and it killed me inside. I live in someone else’s expectation which I can’t fulfill.
It killed who I really am and I started to lose hope. After that I lose my smile, the rest are just following right after that.
I lose my ability to be thankful. I live but not truly living. My soul died and it leaves me with the body and brain who could no longer appreciate living. I pleaded to be saved, I pleaded someone’s help yet no one listened, not once understand. I realize I’m such a complicated human being, with thoughts people could not comprehend.
Know this; it wasn’t your fault of my sudden departure which isn’t sudden at all. I planned this all along; you just failed to realize it sooner.
I’m sorry for disappointing you, for always being the hard one, the rude one. I’m sorry because I felt it hard inside of me as well. I’m sorry because I couldn’t say my farewell properly and leaving you wondering of why this kind of things even happen. I’m sorry because you couldn’t understand me who giving up of everything easily. I’m a free spirited person yet I’m trapped, being held inside the cage in this city of nothingness.
I hope now you could understand me better when you read this.
With Love,
The real me