My Letter Poem by Heather Yarbrough

My Letter



My life feels like im on the outside looking in but then i cut myself and I know im there. When I feel the pain I know Im there. When people hit me I don't feel it because im looking in. When I want to kill myself by putting a pistal to my head I want to shot to see if people really care about me. When im gone will they remember me or forget me. I want the people I like or love to know I like or love them. Alot of people don't believe me when I say I like or love them or when I say I want to die or when I say im gunna kill myself. Why do you think I tell people I like or love them. Do the math. I tell them for a reason. Do you know what that reason is? Let me know if you do. I you ever feel like this let me know I will help you like you help me.

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