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Sincerely, Anonymous 3/2/21

Welcome to Sincerely, Anonymous! I'm glad that you chose to take a few moments out of your day to join me in reading some of the amazing pieces that were submitted to me this week.


Sincerely, Anonymous is an anonymous, submission-based publication promoting the ability to heal through unnamed works of writing. By removing names, a pressure and judgement free environment is created for anyone who wishes to express their emotions in a creative and safe manner. To contribute to this publication, visit https://www.hannahkothari.com/sincerely-anonymous.



Enjoy!



Him


I saw him. I saw him grasp that knife, desperate to end it all. All of his misery, all of his anger, all of his exhaustion. All of it. It was all too much; consuming his every thought, action, breath. He was crumbling the way a delicate sandcastle does when it gets washed away; beautiful at the beginning, with each part of the building falling, piece by piece, until it inevitably crumbles, left destroyed by the waves of life. No trace remains of the castle...no trace of him remains in my life. He was washed away, just as quickly as he came. He left me on the beach, staring out into the ocean, wondering where he disappeared to.


- Sincerely, Anonymous

 

Why?


Why did you just disappear? You could've spoken to me first, you could've told me that you didn't like me like that, but instead you vanished. It's harder than if you were to reject me straight up, because now I'll never know why you left. Was it because of me? Was it your own insecurities? Now I'll never know. You denied me the only thing I want: closure.


- Sincerely, Anonymous

 

nothing but dead


feeling unloved,

but not afraid

never one's beloved

constantly in pain.


but not surprised

cause when i look in the mirror,

the sadness arises

it all becomes clearer


i see myself,

a longing soul

needing help

but no one to hold


i understand now

why i feel hopeless.

i finally know how

i'm always dejected


a defeated downcast

that's all i am

nothing but restless,

it's time for my ban


i must leave tonight

cause there's nothing to give.

they'll all be alright

when I'm nothing but dead.


- sincerely, anonymous

 

Wounded


I go about life with a knife sticking out of my heart, an invisible knife that nobody sees. I carry myself with poise, presenting myself to the world with my best face forward, only confiding in my “friends” as needed. Many of my confidants twist the knife in my heart; they tell me to “get over” the pain, to simply remove the knife from my chest. They fail to realize that the knife is the only thing keeping me alive; if I were to remove it, I would die a slow death, bleeding out until I finally faded away from this world.


- Sincerely, Anonymous

 

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