It frightens me to hear your rage in spaces, see anguish in your words and feel your desperation in every turn of the page. Still, you write letters and words. Never ending. Not giving a care in the world. Oblivious to the breaking of my spirit. And I fear, with my troubled soul and unsettled mind, a fiend awakens. Losing myself. And when the day comes that my gaze locks with that of the girl in the mirror, I will know. Never will I get a glimpse of her- the girl who was once myself.
Changed forever, Reader