Five simple words,
I told you in your sleep.
Not sure if you heard them,
Or if you ignored me.
But it's the truth,
We promised no lies.
Right now it feels like,
We've already said goodbyes.
Just hear me out,
So you know it's true.
No one has made me feel,
The way you do.
With eyes closed,
Dreams drifting away.
I whisper to you,
The only words I want to say.
Before falling back to sleep,
With feelings set free.
I just to tell you that,
You mean everything to me.
Dear You, Sincerely, Me #9 by Tiffersinger, literature
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Dear You, Sincerely, Me #9
Dear You,
It's more then just the weather changing these days. Hard to explain. But there is a lot changing these day. I can feel it. Maybe I'm just being paranoid or something. It just feel that way.
You know that feeling you get when someone walks by and you just get the feeling that something is wrong and they are just pretending? That's pretty much how I'm feel about just about everything. I just can't put my finger on what has changed. The best way I can put it is, it's a gut feeling that won't go away. It's just sitting at the pit of my stomach and it won't go away. Yes, I'm repeating myself. You try to describe something while unce
Dear You, Sincerely, Me #8 by Tiffersinger, literature
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Dear You, Sincerely, Me #8
Dear You,
Nothing is going as planned these day. After the anger out burst in my last letter, it seems like everything just fell off a cliff. It's more then just my mind. It's everything. I'm losing motivation to read, to do just about anything these days. I hardly want to write this letter, But I know I need to. If I stay in my head, things could get a lot worse for me.
I know, sounds like I'm being dramatic. But I don't walk around with dozens of scars because I let my mind fall into a dark place. Cutting was a release for me. It was like a happy pill for me. Every time I use to cut, I would feel better for about five minutes. Then I'd
Dear You, Sincerely, Me #7 by Tiffersinger, literature
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Dear You, Sincerely, Me #7
Dear You,
It's a real oxymoron thing to say “Stay Strong” to someone who isn't sure they have any strength left. I don't mean don't say it. I just mean watch who you say it to. I know it's easier said then done. Because there is no way to know the battles someone else is fighting. That may be true, but that doesn't mean people shouldn't watch what they say.
I'm aware of how angry I may sound. That's just because I've been told it all, way too much. Stay Strong. It's just a phase. Just be happy. It's all in your head. Well no duh it's all in my head, that's why it's called a mental illness. They actually do exist! Even though p
Dear You, Sincerely, Me #6 by Tiffersinger, literature
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Dear You, Sincerely, Me #6
Dear You,
There are point when even I'm afraid of my own mind. If has the capabilities of going any direction. I mean any direction, positive or negative. At time I can handle it, like it's any other day and I just have lyrics stuck in my head. Other times, I don't even want to leave my bed. Those are the hardest days.
That sounds dramatic, I'm aware. But look at it from my point. I wake up and my day is determined by the first thought I have when I roll over in the morning. After my day has been determined, it takes me up to three hours to get enough will power to get out of bed. Thankfully when I have work early in the morning, the alar
Dear You, Sincerely, Me #5 by Tiffersinger, literature
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Dear You, Sincerely, Me #5
Dear You,
She came to mind today. The girl I barely knew, gone too soon. She and I got along so well. I knew she was depressed. I knew she had a lot going on in her mind. I just didn't know how close to the edge she way. The was years ago, I know. It still affects me.
I had found out about her suicide a couple days after she died. A friend of hers reached out and informed me of what happened. I'm not going to lie, it left me quiet for a few day at work and at home. Of course no one noticed or cared. That's normal at this point. But back then, it hurt because I had lost someone and no one noticed a change in my behaviour. I guess that spea
Dear You, Sincerely, Me #4 by Tiffersinger, literature
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Dear You, Sincerely, Me #4
Dear You,
I'm pretty sure waiting rooms are the modern day version of hell. I know, I said no locations. But waiting rooms are everywhere so this doesn't count. Just think of any waiting room and tell it's not some form of hell. There is always a clock with a very loud seconds hand that you can hear over the loud music in your headphones. There is always someone there that give you an uneasy feeling.
As you've probably guessed, I recently visited a waiting room. Don't worry, I'm okay. The visit was just a safety precaution. While I was waiting, it got me thinking about what hell must me like. The only reason behind that thought train is b
Dear You, Sincerely, Me #3 by Tiffersinger, literature
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Dear You, Sincerely, Me #3
Dear You,
Ever have that one song stuck in your head? You know, the one that makes you smile or just seems to fit in your life perfectly. It's just so perfect that you think for a second that the song writer wrote it for you. I have experienced this as well. I mean who hasn't? Everyone has those moment. Where they think everything is either going to be okay or that they are going to die, right? Okay, maybe not that extreme, but you get what I'm trying to say.
Lately it feel like every song I enjoy helps me decide how I should die. Yes, that is a slight exaggeration. It's just how I feel while I'm listening to the violin getting louder or