Dear Bully,

You cant keep me locked away.

 I am my own person.

You cant stop me from doing drugs.

I changed my mind. I cant handle the thoughts anymore. I want to die.

Why cant you accept that?

Sure, I may slowly be getting better, but that doesnt stop the memories.

I want to die through and through.

Either from overdosing, jumping off a bridge, or something else.

I want to die.

Remember, you did this to me.

~Molly