Tears roll down my cheeks The gun slides between my fingers I wonder if anybody cares I wonder where God is I break the silence with a sigh A tear splashes on my hand My head turns to see the window I decide to live a little longer Even if it's just to see the … Continue reading To the part of me that wants to die

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Dear brainwashed parts, At the age of five, I was tortured and brainwashed to be a programmed slave. I've spent my entire life fighting that, recovering from that, making sense of it. As I finally reach a point in my healing where I feel free from the abuse, I'm left feeling a pain inside that … Continue reading Letter to brainwashed parts of me

Dear programming, I've spent my life obeying you. Commands given to me by abusers who brainwashed me and turn me into a slave at the age of 5. Because of you, I lived in places I never would have chosen for myself. Because of you, I was forced to engage in behavior I wish I … Continue reading Letter to programming

Dear cigarettes, I started smoking you when I was 10 years old. I was young then, and felt so alone in the world. I was an abused little girl, I had nobody else to turn to. The first time I smoked you, it felt so horrible, and yet I was hooked. I like the way … Continue reading Letter to cigarettes

Dear inner peace, 4 years ago I began pursuing you. That night I experienced an event that would change my life. That night I died. As I floated above my body, and watched the doctors and nurses work to bring me back, I felt an incredible peace. I had a great acceptance that all of … Continue reading Letter to inner peace

Dear guilt, A long time ago, you took over a piece of my heart. I was a little girl then, a time when my heart had turned to ice. I felt so alone and empty, I called you my best friend. I talked to you, cried with you, shared my secrets with you. You gave … Continue reading Letter to guilt

Blades of grass brush my fingertips Hot, still air fills my lungs The silence is broken by the roar of crickets Fireflies dance above me I look across the field and I see you The moon reflects off your eyes We smile knowingly at each other I point up at a falling star It falls … Continue reading Untitled poem 1

Dear Mary, A week ago today, I wrote you a letter. In that letter, I told you I would never call you my mother again. I told you you didn't deserve to share my life with me, or even hear the sound of my voice. I'm writing to you today to tell you I stand … Continue reading Letter of resentment to Mary

The hot, dusty breeze stings my face I shade my eyes from the sun A shadow creeps up behind me My heart pounds in my chest Beads of sweat drip from my forehead Rustling and creaking fill my ears I gasp in anticipation A tangled figure comes into view A lazy tumbleweed dances in front … Continue reading Title will ruin the ending