#080512

I’ll write you a letter to tell you how things are. To let you know that thinks are okay. With little truth to make sure you don’t worry. I’ll make sure that everything is just fine. I’ll tell you how things go. But I won’t tell you that I’m falling apart. That everything around me is crashing down. All my walls are falling. Every part of my body aches. The raging headaches and the tiredness in my eyes. All the pain I feel. All the self-loathing and all the negatives. No I won’t tell you that. I’ll tell you I’m happy and that everything’s all good. You’ll believe me and the subject will change.