together, we had confidence. You told me you wish you could stop thinking so much, that you wanted to be just like me; free, forgiving, carefree. Climbing never-ending stones at the hungriest beach in the world. I feel stupid talking about you still, thinking about you, giving you a place inside of me.

That day, you broke me. You took something that I’m still trying to get back. You will never know this. Dust to the wind, unsent letters, the sand fighting against the sea, no repercussions for someone’s actions, no idea of the pain I still go through. And I feel bad for you, I feel your pain, I know how things were, and you still don’t leave my mind.

I want to forget.

I want to be normal.

I can’t be normal.

I just can’t exist.

I want to disappear, but that would disappoint everyone.

I’m scared to feel these things again.

I’m sorry for being such an egotistical, self centered prick.