Dear Erika,

When you read this I hope you’re not in the ground

Not in that six feet under place where you envision yourself time and time again

Erika

You are a wilted flower people are so desperately trying to bring back to life

People care about you

They say you can’t eat the fruit that day you plant the seed

You have just planted the seed

You are an oak tree

Standing tall through all things

But oak trees take time to grow

You take time to grow

You will grow

So please don’t kill yourself

There are too many sunsets to see

Butterflies to follow

Warmth to feel

Please don’t kill yourself

This is the only time when being afraid is a good thing
Living is a good thing

Stop being afraid of living

I have such big plans for you

Dreams only you can fill

In this life

there is a void only you are worthy of and if your not here

It is just a void

The same darkness you’re oh so familiar with

The same one that grabs you and takes you to that place of sorrow

But

I know you won’t kill yourself

So lend me your hand

for I’ll lift you out of your mind

Away from that place

But you must hear me

Hear me call you

Hear me scream your name

I am here

I will never leave you

I am you

But you have to trust me

I’ll take you to that place that you dream

The one above ground

The one where you prosper

The one where you’re finally okay

But you have to trust me

Sincerely,

the version of you that you cannot hear