Dear Me,
Pain tore me up.
From the inside out.
Breaking me.
Why did this happen?
Why me?
Who would I be if these things didn’t happened to me?
Things happen for a reason.
I have to keep living.
Shutting the door.
Kicking out the bad energy.
It’s trying to consume me.
I will answer the door when opportunity knocks.
I will not let death take over me.
Xoxo- Me
