dear whoever this may concern,

i have lost myself.
each breath is a mission,
each hour of sleep is a miracle.
i'm not sure how i became this.
i remember nothing
but the sound of her voice in my head.

this is not a love note,
infact, it's far from it.
this is me
trying to find the words
to explain everything i've felt
for the last five years.

tomorrow will be fine,
or at least, that's what i tell myself
at night
when everything seems impossible
and the world seems
to just cave in above my head.

dear whoever this may concern,
i have lost myself.
but i promise
one day,
i will find it again.