Letter to Me

Letter to Me

This is a letter to myself: You're too small and no one's going to notice you. You're writing this to yourself because you're bored and and your freinds' are your life. Your enemies are your tools and their blood is your paint. The girl you want is prettier than you and your boyfreind is a little off, but so are you. It's not good to love two people, or so they say, but you do it anyway. You're bisexual and this is wrong but we still get along fine. The ring on your left hand is from him and the chain on your neck is from her and you don't mind all that much that you're bipolar and possibly manic-Screw it-you are. No I'm not! Wait, I'm speaking in 3rd person, right? So you continue to be a little bit rude and a little more mean and you don't mean it. The girls at school sometimes (most of the time) hate you because you're 'goth', but the boys just want to watch you and her fuck because that's 'hot.' You used to cut so now your scars have turned into memories and this prevents you from swimming in a swimming suit. Your mom already told you to deal with what you do, but no one ever told me (you) that life would be this hard. Don't deny to me or 'you' that you're stupid when you know you and that you are. It'll be tonight at church when you're feeling down and possibly crying that you tell them not to worry about you. You'll be fine just like today. I mean 'yesterday' and the day before. So you wrote this to yourself to be doing something with your hands because it bugs you when they're motionless. This has been my letter to myself.