The end if this book (and why it is) (not a poem)

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I know that I've written a few poems, good or bad, I don't know. But, I'm not writing any more in this book. The pages that held my pain, I can hear without regretting the memories I pulled up. I meant every word, but I'm better now. This book never had a theme. But, subconsciously, it did. This book shows me recovering. Sometimes, when I was alone, and really hurt by the past, I wrote here. But, I feel better now. I'll never fully recover. But I'm okay with that. Because, you need darkness to wish for light. I had darkness, then got my light. My amazing friends. The pain will live forever, but I'm okay with that now. And I think the best way to completely show it's over, is by closing this book.

The name of the book is "If you could listen" and it has as much meaning as the poems. I had a friend who was an amazing person, but never listened to me. I spiraled into a place of pain. I somehow convinced myself that it was okay. Then, I moved away from the person, and I kinda still wished I could talk to them again, and have us be best friends. My other friend, the only reason I could get though everything else, could help me. I was too far gone.

I've met two more amazing people. Now, something changed. I feel bad about the past, but I don't want any change. I don't want her to listen. I've talked to my old best friend, and my two new best friends, and they listen. Maybe not always. But if I need them to, they do. And I thank them so very much. So now, I have people who do listen.

This book holds my past darkness. I'm happy now. This book will never have any more update, poems, or just talk chapters. Now this doesn't mean I'll never write poems again. That is far from the truth. If I feel a need to write poems, I'll create a new book. If I make the new book, it will show a whole new story. I'd say what it would be, but I can't tell you, because even I don't know. It could be upbeat. Or sad. It could reveal hopes and dreams. Or expose new worries.

Lastly, if you read the poems, thank you. Honestly, I don't know why you did. But the few who did, you deserve something. But I don't have anything. But just know, if you could understand any of this all, you might be able to understand my darker part. So I guess that's cool. Anyway, thank you!

Goodbye everyone. And goodbye book, you are not needed anymore.

The end (of a small part of my story)

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