i used to be determined to stay quiet
about the pain and desolation that you
inflicted upon me; to live alone with
my sufferings silently—even though,
i still want to believe that
you didn’t do it deliberately—but
you’re too afraid to pay the price
and face the fact that you’ve killed me
in a way. so you fled cowardly and left
me feeling lost and pondering my
own sanity. but now, as a revenge for your
laughter and smile while i’m aching,
i want the whole world to know that
you’ve left me a permanent damage
somewhere in my soul; you’ve hurt me
in the slowest, the subtlest way possible—
that not even my ingenuity
could save me this time.
- анна о. к.
another letter to someone who i used to know.
