NUMB
I feel numb, hollow, cold… and I hate this feeling.
I don’t know who I am right now, I don’t feel like me.
I feel chills echoing through my core, a thick fog plaguing my mind.

LOST
I feel lost. I don’t know where I am, I don’t know what I am doing.
I feel like somewhere along the way, I fell off the map, and ended up in the middle of nowhere.
I am scared.
I am lost

FOUND
I am holding on to hope.
I will be found.
But not by anyone else.
I will find myself.

I love you, please stay.

I am as broken as they come, my shattered pieces scattered all over.

My mind tells me lies that I sometimes believe. I am not good enough, I am too much.
When my mind screams these lies at me, they are all I hear, and I begin to believe them.

Though I am still trying to piece myself back together, some days I may fail.

I won’t be strong. I will fall apart.

There will be days, I look to you for aid.

I love you, please stay.

On the days my broken parts show,

I need you, please don’t leave.

Hi, lovely.

As you lay your head down tonight and drift off to sleep, I hope for a few things for you.

I hope that your mind is calm, still and that your thoughts are light and fluffy.
I know the days aren't always easy on you, and that you fight your battles every day.
I hope you do not have to fight as you rest.

I hope that you sleep softly, dream sweetly and recharge, ready to face whatever comes your way.

Sometimes, writing is my way out.
It is a way to get the thoughts that are swimming deep within my mind out into the world when I have no voice.

These words that I messily scribble down, or carefully  type out, ensuring to check for any errors I make, come from the deepest, and sometimes darkest areas of my mind, heart and soul…

And these are things I do not think I would be able to tell someone out loud, for hearing the words out loud would be too much.

These small marks, on this blank sheet, come from my depths, and I hope they reach your soul.

Hey there sweetness…
This is a letter directly to you.

To you, the one who sees me as her bright, shining star, and not a glorious superhero.
The one who sees behind my broken parts. Behind the mask I wear sometimes.

The one who wants to get to know the REAL me, behind my walls and shields.
The one who is pulling those walls down and breaking those shields day by day.

This is to you, the one wants to pick me up when I fall,
Hold me when I am weak,
And shelter me from my storms.

To you, I say this.
I make this promise, to be me. To not hide or run.
I want to give you all of me.
The good and the bad. The dark and the light.

You are my serenity, in this crazy, maddened world.