There is a box i keep hidden under my bed
A box full of letters to the people I miss when I shouldn't
Every time I'm angry or sad I write a new one
It always makes me feel better
But the ones at the bottom of the box aren't from me
There to me
There the ones I couldn't burn for some reason
So shove them in a box to help me forget
Forget about why I'm so broken
And who Broke me