I feel so close to death already. God, I'm only 15. There's nothing left for me here. I feel it, and i know every one else does too. You have to, I'm around you 24/7 looking up at you with hopeful eyes...My soul, pleading with you to save me, not once did you try. This is not a harmful letter, it's intentions are not to try and hurt you...It was written to say I Love You, I Love You and Goodbye. Guess What ma, i still see Denny sometimes. Remember the imaginary friend i had when i was little?...I was cute wasn't i? Anyways, he's a really nice guy. Well, i left some poems for you to read...Some things i wrote over the course of my life...Maybe then and only then will you be able to understand me and my thoughts. Poetry is like wine, some poems are bitter, some are sour, and some are fine. My Writings are like fine wine Mommy, You'd be proud, I promise. This is the end of my one sided conversation with you, but only because I've run out of time. There is so much more i wish to speak with you about but i guess I'll tell you more from purgatory. I Love You Mommy, and if we speak no more when I'm gone, I hope i see you again one day. I love you, No really, I do.
This was me last year...in my school hallway...in my school uniform...i was much smaller then...idk...maybe that school wasnt for me....but im praying this one is...The picture above it is me on my 17th birthday...that was a really crazy day...but i thank god im still here...The picture before that is my best friend Melquan, on his graduation day...i am sooo proud of him...And the first picture is of my friend Vernelle and I...going out for the night
