Dead Letters
["A dead letter is a letter that has never been delivered because the person to whom it was written cannot be found, and it also cannot be returned to the person who wrote it."- The Rasmus]
People have a right to some sense of closure. When we are denied that, by force, by nature, whatever reason, we cannot fully close the door to a chapter and move on and heal from it. It leaves us feeling weighed down by unfinished thoughts, feelings, emotions, and sometimes a wound that can't seem to close to heal.
i have always had a fractured mind. i see these feelings inside of me, and often if it built up i used self harm as a means of releasing the toxicity of it. i could see how it escaped when my flesh was apart. A black inky mess, like coming out of a lava lamp.
Feeling unable to fully express everything or get all of the thoughts out becomes a pulsating, black inky, tarry substances in my veins. But i got to a point where i don't release it. So now it feels as if it has thickened, running like cancer in my veins. i want to let it out, but i keep drowning it in alcohol, feeding it poison and allowing it to suffocate me. It's filling me up and once it reaches my eyes, then i will be gone and i won't come back from it. But for now, i don't know which way i want to go. Allow myself to slip away into the further fractures of my mind, try to find my way back from the labyrinth, or sit mindlessly in the middle waiting to see what happens.
It's like being stuck in the eye of a storm. All around me, a raging hurricane, and in the black wisps of the storm, i see the faces of my monsters and demons gnashing their fangs at me, just waiting for me to surrender. (i am weak, i want to...but, there's a thread holding me in place...whatever are you attached to? Could icut you myself, or would you release your hold on me?)
If you have ever felt cut off, interrupted, denied the chance to say what you want to say, or lost a chance to say something to anyone, use this space to write a Dead Letter, write as many as you feel you need. Be it anger, sadness, heartache, an apology, forgiveness. Express all the things you never got the chance to. Use it as a means to let go and try to move on. Or use it as a way for you to vent and relieve built up anger or emotions you have been left to sit with.
You do not need to say to whom your Dead Letters are for. You know who they're meant for, and that is enough.
["A dead letter is a letter that has never been delivered because the person to whom it was written cannot be found, and it also cannot be returned to the person who wrote it."- The Rasmus]
People have a right to some sense of closure. When we are denied that, by force, by nature, whatever reason, we cannot fully close the door to a chapter and move on and heal from it. It leaves us feeling weighed down by unfinished thoughts, feelings, emotions, and sometimes a wound that can't seem to close to heal.
i have always had a fractured mind. i see these feelings inside of me, and often if it built up i used self harm as a means of releasing the toxicity of it. i could see how it escaped when my flesh was apart. A black inky mess, like coming out of a lava lamp.
Feeling unable to fully express everything or get all of the thoughts out becomes a pulsating, black inky, tarry substances in my veins. But i got to a point where i don't release it. So now it feels as if it has thickened, running like cancer in my veins. i want to let it out, but i keep drowning it in alcohol, feeding it poison and allowing it to suffocate me. It's filling me up and once it reaches my eyes, then i will be gone and i won't come back from it. But for now, i don't know which way i want to go. Allow myself to slip away into the further fractures of my mind, try to find my way back from the labyrinth, or sit mindlessly in the middle waiting to see what happens.
It's like being stuck in the eye of a storm. All around me, a raging hurricane, and in the black wisps of the storm, i see the faces of my monsters and demons gnashing their fangs at me, just waiting for me to surrender. (i am weak, i want to...but, there's a thread holding me in place...whatever are you attached to? Could icut you myself, or would you release your hold on me?)
If you have ever felt cut off, interrupted, denied the chance to say what you want to say, or lost a chance to say something to anyone, use this space to write a Dead Letter, write as many as you feel you need. Be it anger, sadness, heartache, an apology, forgiveness. Express all the things you never got the chance to. Use it as a means to let go and try to move on. Or use it as a way for you to vent and relieve built up anger or emotions you have been left to sit with.
You do not need to say to whom your Dead Letters are for. You know who they're meant for, and that is enough.
