I've got
one hundred letters
in front of me
right now.
I want to write back.
But sometimes,
it's hard to find
the right words.
I want to write back.
But I can’t.
Your letters
littered my house
with countless tear drops.
If I could count them,
I’d find
one hundred million
more every day.
I want to tell you
everything.
I want you to listen.
I want you to realize
what has happened.
And most of all,
I want to shout this
right in your face.
“You didn't break me.
I came out stronger
than I've ever been.
No matter how hard you try,
you
can't
hurt
me
anymore.”
I take those
one hundred letters
and go outside.
The wind scatters my hair,
and when I throw up my hands,
the letters fly away.
I will not bury my past
like they have you.
Let people find those letters.
Let them find out what happened.
And let their cries
never give you peace
where you are now.

I won't see you again.