“I wrote a letter once crying for help but all I received was words of anger. Still to this day I think about that letter that could have saved me from what I am today if only they read the words with different eyes. This letter probably folded neatly in the bottom of their draw and something to be brought up to me as a shame somewhere in my future. A letter that holds so much of me just thrown aside without a thoughts of what it took to write. This letter is my memory that even those closest can see words of suffering chose to see a stupid act rather than a teenager crying inside begging to be held and loved and told the help I need is right where I need it.
I wrote a letter once and still I think about that letter every day and how my life could have changed if only the right person patiently read my words and knew the feeling of pain I was experiencing.
I wrote a letter once and completely ignored. I wish you all could see that letter and understand the feelings of that teenage girl who is still very much alive and deep inside me today.”
