My Little Piece of Heaven
Dear Nyrie.
I just want to start by saying thank you.
I owe you my life.
Because despite your age, and your lack of knowledge,
You saved my life.
Nobody else.
Just you.
Do you know why?
Of course you don't!
Do you want to know?
Yes.
I was not always someone who could trust themselves.
I was a horrible daughter.
I was a terrible friend.
And I was an even worse lover.
And I had to carry that burden...
For a long time.
A very long time.
As in all of my life, and even now.
The way I delt with the pain was poetry.
But one thing never lasts forever.
Unless you count the misery I was in.
That seemed never-ending.
Then I wondered why I was living.
I mean, there was really no point!
So I began to cut.
At first, I was just trying it...
To fit in.
But from that first time I did it,
It became something I had to have.
Something I couldn't live without.
An addiction.
But then you were born.
Such a beautiful baby girl.
With your tan skin,
Your gray eyes,
And your curly brown hair.
I remember the first time I held you.
I was swinging with you on Nanny's porch,
You were asleep in my arms.
I told you that I would always be there for you,
That you could come to me,
Even if you couldn't come to anyone else.
Because I'm your big sister,
And I love you.
You're beautiful,
And you always will be.
You'll be a heartbraker.
I know it.
I just hope you never have to experience the pain...
The pain of heartbreak.
Because you're so fragile,
And innocent.
I want to see you flourish,
And become the lovely,
Talented,
Gorgeous,
Special woman you're destined to become.
Because your future is bright,
And I don't want to see you waste it...
On love...
On drugs...
On alcohol...
And definitely not on cutting.
You're too amazing for that.
I love you, Nyrie Sage Washburn.
I always have,
I always will.
You're my little piece of heaven!
I just want to start by saying thank you.
I owe you my life.
Because despite your age, and your lack of knowledge,
You saved my life.
Nobody else.
Just you.
Do you know why?
Of course you don't!
Do you want to know?
Yes.
I was not always someone who could trust themselves.
I was a horrible daughter.
I was a terrible friend.
And I was an even worse lover.
And I had to carry that burden...
For a long time.
A very long time.
As in all of my life, and even now.
The way I delt with the pain was poetry.
But one thing never lasts forever.
Unless you count the misery I was in.
That seemed never-ending.
Then I wondered why I was living.
I mean, there was really no point!
So I began to cut.
At first, I was just trying it...
To fit in.
But from that first time I did it,
It became something I had to have.
Something I couldn't live without.
An addiction.
But then you were born.
Such a beautiful baby girl.
With your tan skin,
Your gray eyes,
And your curly brown hair.
I remember the first time I held you.
I was swinging with you on Nanny's porch,
You were asleep in my arms.
I told you that I would always be there for you,
That you could come to me,
Even if you couldn't come to anyone else.
Because I'm your big sister,
And I love you.
You're beautiful,
And you always will be.
You'll be a heartbraker.
I know it.
I just hope you never have to experience the pain...
The pain of heartbreak.
Because you're so fragile,
And innocent.
I want to see you flourish,
And become the lovely,
Talented,
Gorgeous,
Special woman you're destined to become.
Because your future is bright,
And I don't want to see you waste it...
On love...
On drugs...
On alcohol...
And definitely not on cutting.
You're too amazing for that.
I love you, Nyrie Sage Washburn.
I always have,
I always will.
You're my little piece of heaven!