I was naive;
without malice, treachery, or evil intent; honest; sincere; guileless
And I was so infatuated with you that I let myself believe that my destiny was in your hands, that you held the means to end my life.
I just want you to remember, it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.
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Letters to the dead
PoetryA suicidal heartbroken teenager with daddy issues, anxiety, stress and a mild depression. I've got a fucked up head and I've been mentally and physically scared for life. I hope I don't bore you with my sadness. Its hard to be depressed and not hide...
