Warning: talk of suicide. Sad.
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The past is written in pen. There's no erasing it.
I'm writing this letter in pencil to save you from harsh words that my mind can't stop thinking.
I should hate you. I should hate you so much. I should be able to write these bitter words without a second thought of your feelings, because I know that you didn't even think of mine.
You ruined my life. You ruined me. And you're not even sorry.
Memories are written in pencil; they can be erased.
It's usually the memories you don't want to forget that are harder to erase.
You know those cheap pencil's with those hard erasers that only smudge black marks on your page? That's where I am right now with our memories.
It's been so long that the memories are beginning to smudge all over the page called my brain. Not only am I forgetting them but they are plaguing my mind like a zombie apocalypse.
Ironic right? Zombies eat brains.
I wish one of them would eat mine so I could forget every single word that we conversed. Every single touch that we shared. Every single intimate moment that is stained on my messed up paper/mind.
You ruined me. And you aren't even sorry.
Not only are the memories unforgettable they are also unforgivable. Yet, here I am.
Here I am writing you a stupid letter that you'll never read. Confessing my feelings that I didn't know how to express when we were together.
I should hate you. I should so freaking hate you.
But I can't.
We were together to long. You were the fisher and I was the fish. You were the owner and I was the dog.
I am so loyal that it makes me sick.
I am in love with you.
I am so in love with you that it makes me mad. Mad that I can't change my feelings. Mad that I can't hate your guts for the despicable tragedy that you so effortlessly caused in my life.
I'm broken.
You broke me. And you aren't even sorry.
I should hate you. And I should be mad.
But I love you. And the only thing swarming around my notebook of a brain is:
Why did you have to leave me in this world alone?
Why didn't you talk to me?
Was it my fault?
Why did you take your life away from me?
From the one who loved you more than anything in the world and still does,
Tyler Joseph
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It's confusing because tyler is writing a letter to his dead girlfriend who committed suicide.