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Dear no one - Letter 2
Dear no one - Letter 2


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Forfatter: BigNerdBeard
Skrevet: 2014-12-03 02:06:35
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Dear no one

Alot of people have told that it's 'Okay.' and ''It's gonna get better.' They also promised to help. But what is help? I know what help is. It's to love someone uncondionally and to be there for them always when they need it no matter what the circumstances are.

But that's not their definition of help. Their definition is messed up. And if they are going to offer me their help I will gladly accept as long as we don't go by their definition of help. Now you're probably wondering what their definition of help is right? Well here it is. Their definition of H.E.L.P.

'Hang in there.'
'Everything is going to be okay.'
'Please let me in.' And lastly probably the one I had(and still have) the hardest time believing
'Lots of people love you.'

If this is their help. I. Don't. Want. It.

The only person I know who has been able to make me feel good for at-least one second in a very very long time is my brother's girlfriend. And how did she manage to do that? NOT by offering to help. She did it by simply looking me in the eyes opening her arms wide and asking "Do you need a hug?" That's the first time I've felt really 100 percent safe in years. Actually that's the first time I've felt safe in general for as long as I can remember.

I don't want anybodys so called help. Actually i think help is a pretty messed up word. Like they always say "I can help." But how? If you call help getting angry at someone because depressed or giving them medicine that doesn't do shit other than maki g their vision go fuzzy. Or talking to them i. That patronizing voice like they're three. Or locking them up in a room without any sharp objects or making them go to the doctor every five minutes. I don't want your help.

I want someone who can look me in the eyes and I want to see my own experiences reflected back at me and I want them to smile and tell me that the world is messed up take my hand and show me the place I really belong.

Because I can tell you now.
It's not here.

~Sincerely Lost And Alone Person

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