Dear Matt
It's bad again.
I thought I was getting better.
I really did.
Mum yelled at me when I got home.
Dad hit me.
And then he threw a bottle at me.
He said he hated me.
And that I was the worst thing that ever happened to him.
I can barely see what I'm writing, the tears make everything blurry.
Or maybe it's the loss of blood.
I don't know anymore.
I just want it to go away.
The pain.
The sadness.
Everything.
I heard this quote once 'Self-destruction is such a pretty little thing'.
It's the truest thing anyone has ever said.
Rose
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Letters To You
Teen Fiction"I suppose some of us are just meant to be alone. Forever"
