Dear Mum,
Please don't be angry
Or sad
It's not your fault.
My hoodie is my saviour
And also my killer.
His strings surround me.
They wrap my neck,
Tighter and tighter.
The sharp broken metal at the end scratches my arms,
The strings carry on,
Winding my neck until I can't breathe.
Until I let go,
Until I give up,
I'm such a wimp.
I won't do it.
But this time I will,
I promised the voices in my head,
And my mind,
That I will go all the way this time.
And I will.
That's why I'm writing this note.
It's not your fault, I promise.
Love, Me and My Hoodie X
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Personification
Poetry//3rd Place Arctic Awards// Through poetry, this book expresses different mental illnesses, emotions and discoveries of a teenage mind. 'No amount of body lotion or perfume could cover up the memory of his smell on my weakened, scarred skin, And no...
