Someday

Hey Sweetie.

You are going through hell. And no one is with you. You’ve made sure of that. You’ve shut them all out, locked up your emotions and thrown away the key. But the bottle you locked them has gotten too full, and it is about to shatter from the internal pressure. You feel worthless. Unloved. Irrelevant. And you feel so guilty for having these thoughts because there are many who have it worse than you.

You cannot cope. You’ve just about given up. You feel as though you’ve reached your breaking point and, if you’ll pardon the cliché, are about to shatter into a million pieces.

You will.

You will break and it will hurt more than anything you could ever have imagined. It will feel as though your soul is being ripped from your body whilst a thousand venom dipped blades pierce every inch of your heart and conscience. The concept of taking another breath will be so devastating, so agonizing, so torturous that you would rather just put yourself out of your misery. Even inhaling the sweet dew-scented air brought by the early sun will be unfathomable.

So, you will try to run. But they will catch you. And they will ask questions. You’ll only have to admit a few emotions, and doing so will hurt even more than the cruelest things your own mind whispers in your ear.

But you will survive. You will make it out, barely, but you will. Then you will count the days until they will never be able to catch you again.

That time is almost here. You have an out- an escape. It’s not years anymore, it’s a few months. Almost days. It will come. You will by no means be okay or healed, but you will be free and that will be enough to give you hope.

Just hold on a little bit longer. You’re almost there. How do I know?

Because I’m who you will become. I escaped. No, I’m not okay. But someday I will be.

Someday we will be.