This is not addressed to anyone, because literally EVERYONE in my life it could be for: my parents, siblings, former friends, lovers, etc
I recognize this letter is angsty, and I considered not writing a note at all, BUT I know them well, and they are dense. Any attempts at communicating with them lessons through my death without explicitly pointing out their complicity will go over their heads. I do hate them, the suffering they continually put me through, so I want to at least explain that to them. It is intended to induce mild guilt, but I intentionally left out stronger accusatory language - although, I doubt they will notice and still take it as very harsh, perhaps not taking it seriously at all anyway.
Here it goes:
An entire lifetime of living without me won't begin to touch the torturous pain of rejection, abandonment, loneliness and isolation I have endured my whole life
If only you could have understood how much I was hurting, but oh, how much I tried to tell you
When you reach for the phone but realize I can no longer be reached, when my absence produces a longing that will never resolve, remember how much I tried to be a part of your life when I was alive
You might be angry with me at first, but maybe one day you will realize what a mistake it was for you to forget to love
I recognize this letter is angsty, and I considered not writing a note at all, BUT I know them well, and they are dense. Any attempts at communicating with them lessons through my death without explicitly pointing out their complicity will go over their heads. I do hate them, the suffering they continually put me through, so I want to at least explain that to them. It is intended to induce mild guilt, but I intentionally left out stronger accusatory language - although, I doubt they will notice and still take it as very harsh, perhaps not taking it seriously at all anyway.
Here it goes:
An entire lifetime of living without me won't begin to touch the torturous pain of rejection, abandonment, loneliness and isolation I have endured my whole life
If only you could have understood how much I was hurting, but oh, how much I tried to tell you
When you reach for the phone but realize I can no longer be reached, when my absence produces a longing that will never resolve, remember how much I tried to be a part of your life when I was alive
You might be angry with me at first, but maybe one day you will realize what a mistake it was for you to forget to love
