Dear Hair,
I'm sorry for turning you grey and white with my stress.
Dear Brain,
I'm sorry for all the depressing thoughts and worries.
Dear Eyes,
I'm sorry for drowning you in the tears from my breakdowns.
Dear Mouth,
I'm sorry for all the kind lies and obscene truths I made you say.
Dear Neck,
I'm sorry for the red marks caused by the ropes I've tied around you.
Dear Shoulders,
I'm sorry for making you carry the weight of the world.
Dear Arms,
I'm sorry for the short, painful, cuts, causing the blood to pour out.
Dear Hands,
I'm sorry for making you drag razors, scissors, and blades across my body.
Dear Heart,
I'm sorry for breaking you up into microscopic shards.
Dear Stomach,
I'm sorry for all the butterflies from the thoughts of him.
Dear Feet,
I'm sorry for all the problems I made you run away from.
Dear Dreams,
I'm sorry I had to crush you for the sake of making others happy.
Dear Feelings,
I'm sorry for trying to erase you from my life.
Dear Friends,
I'm sorry that I've been doing such a bad job at keeping my mask on.
Dear Family,
I'm sorry for being a disappointment.
Dear World,
I'm sorry that I had to pain you with my existence.
And lastly,
Dear M,
I'm sorry that you have to go through so much without me by your side.
If M is reading this (They know who they are) I'm so sorry that I never tell you what's going on in my life, or that I push you to tell me what's wrong. I just want to help, but I can't help feeling like I'm making things worse. I love you to the moon and back, forever and always. Please, never forget that.