I found the letters Found all the letters you wrote to me from the very first one to the very last. I emptied them from my bag, So now they’re lying on the floor I had to re-pack my bag Pack it as fast as I could to run away. I couldn’t take the letters with me Not when im running away, Running away from you. The memories; They’ve started to haunt me I even got a papercut trying to figure out what to do with all those letters, and those memories. I read them again, over and over. They felt nice, yet they hurt, Like rubbing lemon on to an open wound, or walking on broken glass, It hurt like that. You hurt me like that. Course you’ll never know that Coz you dont exist anymore Not in my head atleast. Atleast, not anymore.