I made you a promise.. I promised to tell somebody, to show them the cuts and scars. You promised that things would get a lot better if I did. In all honesty, I’m scared to. Why should I tell someone something that they’ll never understand? They won’t know what to do or how to react.. The idea of getting better really scares me. I haven’t felt “better” in so long that even if I do get better, I might not even realize I am.
I want to go where you went. I want to experience what you experienced. I need to go far away, I need to escape. This town has done nothing but break and bruise me since I was little. I have more bad, painful memories here than I do happy and good ones. If I’m going to try and get better I need to be far far away from the source of the pain. This hell hole of a town.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the promise I made you. And I’ve been thinking a lot about the promise you made me. A promise for a promise…
I’m going to tell somebody, I’m keeping my promise.
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Leave this town.
Find a person who will understand.
You owe it to yourself to get better.
Keep that promise to the one you made it with.
Keep it for yourself.
People here are more than willing to listen and try to learn and understand your pain. Let us help if you need it.
Take care
Thank you. I plan to keep my promise.
@emptyalways
I know how you feel. i’m dying mentally.
I hope your pain goes away someday.
I know how you feel. I feel that way everyday. Even when you feel like everything is okay with the world, you can’t help but feel this emptiness and sadness inside you.
You need a vacation. Get away, anywhere. It helps to get away from everything you know, even if it’s just for a bit. Even if you’re dying inside.
Feel better <3
Thank you.<3