Letter to my best friend

I swear I tried.

I tried to be strong so that you wouldn’t see my wounds. I tried to give you the impression I was happy so that you wouldn’t worry too much about me. But I can’t do that anymore.

I am broken.

I have been defeated by my fears and now I can no longer act like I am fine. I can no longer smile despite feeling blue. I can no longer pretend to be someone I am not.

I’m sorry; it’s not your fault.

Pseudònim: Lyra


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