To Whom It May Concern,

To Whom It May Concern, 

First off I would like to apologize in advance, 

for my mind is not thinking clearly at the moment. 

This is not a letter to anyone in particular because quite frankly, 

I have the highest doubts they would listen. 

So, To Whom It May Concern, 

here goes nothing. 

The feeling I feel is an indescribeable pain, 

living in the depths of my heart.

No, not of heart break, 

I know what you're thinking

and the answer is no, no one has broken my heart. 

But, this pain lives there, in my heart, 

parallel to a heart break, yes, but not one. 

This feeling is more than just an emotion. 

It really is a feeling because I feel it, 

like how one would feel a knife on skin. 

Living in my heart, yes,

but then it tends to slowly creep up to the bottom of my throat in knots. 

To Whom It May Concern,

stay with me now.

This feeling is not depression, 

I know what you're thinking. 

This feeling fogs up my mind, 

only ever allowing me to overthink the same question over and over. 

I feel it in the pit of my stomach, 

a ball of darkness. 

To Whom It May Concern, 

I hope you're still there. 

This feeling takes over me entirely, 

but there is a cure to take away this pain. 

Just a friend would do, 

but lately, 

the friends I had just said they can't do for much longer.

To Whom It May Concern, 

Please don't leave. 

I can no longer keep grasp of the souls I've been aquainted with, 

they have found new mates to keep them company. 

I am left with only my thoughts,

a battle field. 

I have no idea where life will lead next, 

but until then I'll be the one at this booth for two. 

To Whom It May Concern, 

If you've made it this far,

I would like to thank you for your time, 

hopefully you did not listen with a heart as heavy as mine. 


The One No One Is Concerened With. 



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