A Letter From The Point of No Return
If you see this, you're way, way too late.
For long I hoped that you wouldn't be gone forever,
Fulfillment
For what felt like forever I decided to never say never,
Enjoyment
Weeks and weeks carried on in this void, this nightmare‐
All that I once held so much passion for, disappeared.
Every night, I dreamt that you were just right there‐
It was your lack of intention to return that was my greatest fear.
You casted me off, into the hands of Despair‐
I could not withstand the reality of my life being placed right here.
Even now, with all the time that has passed, I still can't‐
There is no enduring anything, with the seeds this suffering has decided to plant.
You've been gone for too many days, and too many nights‐
I stopped counting, the morning after the night I gave up on the belief that you'd ever return.
For years I'd pray, and for years I'd fight‐
The fact that your presence in my life is outside of my control is the hardest lesson I've ever learned.
You're absence has been replaced with nothing but pure emptiness‐
Hollowed out all the way to the core, and fatally forsaken...
Seeing you take part in everyone's lives but mine makes me hatefully envious‐
Your true colors were shown through your intention to leave me, and in no way mistaken...
The blood that drips from my heart will be on your hands‐
And the blood that will bury my face will forever taint time's sands
I am by no means giving you any kind of ultimatum‐
I am simply gifting you with the piece of my mind that speaks from my soul verbatim.
I do not care whether or not you read this‐
You will be far too late rare in unlikelihood that you see this.
If you were to ever wish to dig up my grave to see who buried me‐
You'd see a mirror, that it was the void left to me by your absence that carried me.
How could you have come to the choice to leave?
Fulfillment
What was the root in your decision to depart from me?
Enjoyment
There I will be, past the point of no return‐
Because you, decided to abandon me with no hope for your return.
About the Creator
Josh Morgan
Personally, writing began as a creative outlet, to be a means of processing and venting emotion, but it has become so much more. Something I want not to be just relatable, enjoyable and a good read, but to reach someone who is in need.



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