Dear Teacher,
I am ever so sorry for the way I behaved
My soul is forever damaged and I feel like a slave.
You ask for homework, and that is what you will receive
but first let me tell you some feelings, you see,
I am a person who knows quite a lot.
My tears flow evidently since that's what I do very much.
My eyes are soar from rubbing away pain
and I have decided there isn't a way.
There's this feeling I have in my mind.
One that I can't leave behind
A constant reminder that I am not enough
something that makes me just want to well...
die.
My feelings put on words. I don't know how well my depression is going. I have cried every day from dusk until dawn. I really can't take much more. My life is a mess and I just don't want to be in it anymore.