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Sara Leal Jan 2018

To: You
From: Me

Open this letter when you feel like you have no more reason to stay alive~
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Hey! Cheer up! It's just a bad moment, a really bad one. I know you can pass through it and later on you'll see that it wasn't that bad. I do know because I also have those moments, when I just want to break down and let go everything. So I know that right now it is that bad, with all those negative thoughts inside your head, with all those voices screaming that you're in pain, that you're not needed, that you want to get away from all this. Don't do that, don't get away from it, don't let those voices get to you, it's not your time yet, you have a lot that you should fight for. You have a lot of reasons to keep going and I'm one of them as you're one for me. And remember, I'm here with you. You're not alone in this.

                                                 Sara Leal
                                                                                                 24/01/18

The second one out of some. A new series of letters dedicated to you. I hope you feel it like I did.

#letters #pain #death #reasons #suffering #depression #voices #thoughts #me #you

Sara Leal Jan 2018

(1) One from some

To: You
From: Me

Open this letter when you feel like crying~
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Crying is the best way to let out some pain of old and new scars. So cry everything you have to, so you can heal some more, and keep going straight, even when the tears are an unpleasant sea that you think you can't handle.
Sara Leal
17/01/18

The first one out of some. A new series of letters dedicated to you. I hope you feel it like I did.

#letters #crying #pain #suffering

kalica calliope delphine Jan 2018

𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇

dear child:

you are so young. with a quiet demeanor and screaming conscience, you watched the one person in this world you looked up to and loved the most burn herself to the ground.

every snort, every syringe, every cut; you were there. you will help her, you will enable her. you will watch her crash and burn; but you will watch her arise from the ashes and be reborn.

you will blame yourself until it is seared in your mind that you are a part of her addiction. you will become addicted as well, soon. you will take blades to your skin and pray for the courage to push down. you will swallow handfuls of pills, praying for some release.

you will begin your elegant downward spiral as you begin to smoke and steal and drink and starve and manipulate and insert every single chemical you can into your body so you can forget what you have done and what it means to be what you are.

you will search for meaning where there is none. this search will drive you to the brink of madness. you will drop so much acid that the hallucinations you experienced won't go away. you will permanently change your brain and your life forever.
you will believe that it was all your fault, and you will never forgive yourself.

you will encounter demons in the smiling faces of your friends and family. yet utterly desperate and fed up, you will go on a serial killer spree; murdering every ******* creature that tormented and plagued you with endless misery.

this, of course, is in your head; as the doctors will tell you. it wasn't real. but you aren't convinced. you have brought yourself to madness, and you insist on finding the truth. things are going to be hell, but hold on to that boy.

he is your knight in shining armor. your soulmate. your saving grace. he will help you get and stay sober. you will lose and find friends in strange places.

keep writing.

keep dreaming.

keep ******* fighting

because no matter how much you want to give up,
it will all be worth it for the people you shall help, and the lives you will change.

you have limitless potential to reach infinite heights and find your pure gold philosophy.

December 5th, 2014

a letter and reminder to my younger self.

it gets better, I promise.

#addiction #recovery #growth #psychosis #lessons #schizophrenia #letters #resilience #lament #sorrow

Nicole Jan 2018

Functioning Communication

I'm not the best at listening
I'm even worse at talking
Even texting is impossible these days
But poetry comes from my soul
What I fail to express regularly
Flows so easily through this medium
If you feel the same then maybe that's why we do this
It feels like a game
And maybe it appeals to the kids within us
A serious, lighthearted way to communicate
That also pushes us to write more
We were always good at testing each other

As for the memory of pancakes
I remember it a bit differently
You were trying to hold back tears
And I remained passive and cold
It's not a thought I enjoy revisiting
That entire weekend was a challenge
We pushed each other to the edge
Waiting to see who'd fall first
Clearly it was me

I was wrong in so many ways
I know that better than anyone
And maybe I should've waited
I shouldn't have left so long
But I wasn't in bed with another
I was trying to sober up enough to get home safely
Sure it was a bit excessive in time
And I'm sorry I made you wait so long
But I was a drunk mess and I couldn't get home that way

I didn't mean to take advantage of you
I didn't mean to hurt you
Obviously, I did
And still do I'm sure
But those were never my intentions
I do care for you
It's all very complicated and stressful
I wish I could make it easier for us both
But I don't haven't figured out how yet

Last one before work

#relationship #ex #love #gay #queer #lgbt #letters #feelings #communication #listening

Nicole Jan 2018

Silent Letters

I write a poem
You write a poem
We write to each other
In hopes that the other will read it
Hear our words
Feel our pain
And yet we don't talk about it
We don't talk at all
Except through our scripted feelings
These thoughts pour out of me
Freezing into words on a screen
But what do they mean?
What do they change?
It's ok to love someone and not be with them
But it's hard to know when that applies
And actions are trickier than words
But here we are
Putting our art
And our hearts
Out there for the world to read
For each other to see
Feeling
Loving
Thinking
And yet we don't speak

We were writers in love
And now we're writers in agony

#love #ex #feelings #writers #poems #letters #communication #emotions #loss

JB Jan 2018

p a r a d i s e

when I was a kid
I used to turn words over and over in my head
until they became unfamiliar
one of them was paradise
p a r a d i s e
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a
d
i
s
e
pppppppppppppppppp
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
ddddddddddddddddd
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
sssssssssssssssssssssssss
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

#words #letters #paradise

Nilsa Lopez Jan 2018

Letter Eight

She wakes up every morning opening those big eyes, those bright eyes, and she immediately put on her super girl cape getting ready to face the day. Oh, man, she is better than Superwoman and Superman together, she is the super girl with teenage power and stuff rocking her own world. One day she wears a dress, the other she wears jeans and converse, but that’s not the point… The point is she wears HOPE, and nowadays H.O.P.E. stands for: Hold On, Pain Ends.

Fragment of a letter written to my niece.

#niece #writing #letters #love #hope #strength #girl #supergirl #superwoman #powerful

Nilsa Lopez Jan 2018

chapter 1

Like an old fashion writer.
Typing letters.
To things.
In hope they react.

#book #books #chapters #writer #typing #letters #hope #things #ink