A Letter to Myself

Dear Hendrix,

I know you're in pain. The

scars you hide, internally

and externally, will never heal.

I know of the bloody blades and

the bottles of pills, I know of

the tear-stained pillows, the

sweat-drenched blankets,

the blood stained bandages and towels.

I know you are incapable of healing now,

your body being so used to that pain.

That constant aching in your bones,

that unquenchable thirst for love

to fill that void that She left in your soul.

It will never be okay, so say "FUCK YOU"

to the people who say it'll be fine.

Remember the people you've lost.

Remember the people you put your trust in.

Remember the people you loved.

Remember the person who hurt you.

Sincerely,

H.C

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