To whom it may concern

A Scream

You’ll never read this, because you don’t actually care.

But thank you.

You’ve changed my life.

Thank you for showing me there’s no hope.

Thank you for showing me I’m beyond repair.

Thank you for setting me on fire and walking away without looking back.

Thank you for punishing me for trusting you with my soul.

Thank you for showing me just how empty kind words are.

Thank you for looking away from the suffering you caused.

Thank you for showing me no one genuinely cares.

Thank you for stealing my hope away.

I hope it made you feel powerful.

I hope it made you feel better.

I hope shattering my safety made you feel safer.

I hope stomping my head in made something right in yours.

I hope breaking my heart healed yours.

I hope destroying me made your world brighter.

I hope snapping my last thread of hope doubled yours.

I hope my tears of despair bring you tears of joy.

I hope whenever I curl up in agony, you’ll feel peace.

You’ll continue on with fame and praise.

I’m so happy to see how God has abandoned me to comfort you.

You’ve changed my life.

Stealing my laughter, you made it colder.

Snuffing out my light, you’ve made it darker.

But you’ve taught me an important lesson: those cruel voices were right.

I’ll no longer hope for them to be wrong, because the butterflies are dead and that hope is gone.

You should be proud of yourself.

You’ve changed my life.

I will never be the same.

Thank you for stealing my hope away and finally turning my heart to rot and dust.

When my heart beats for the last time, you’ll never know the part you played in stopping it.

Because you’ll never read this.

Because you don’t care.