Dear Adam,
Poetry helps. So does writing. Music too.
he said she was beautiful but she thought she was dull. And so she drew lines up her arm following the path of self harm. Then people started to question the long sleeves, so she began to decieve by writing down her thighs and speaking hidden lies in every I'm fine. She cried herself to sleep on days end because she had monsters she couldn't defend. People ignored her screams because they thought they were silly scemes. To get herself attention so they never gave her suspension of the hurtful words that left their mouths no one could protect her nor even her spouse for he was dead which filled her with dread. So one day her life was non existent and she became silent. That's when they expressed sadness for the girl who lived with madness.
My poems suck.
Sad,
Bailey.
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Dear Adam, (#2 in series)
Novela JuvenilIn which an unfixable girl writes to a dead boy. "You were a hurricane ," {Sequel to "Dear Bailey,"} WARNING: story may be a trigger
