Dear Self,

I hate you. Nothing ever works right. I hate everything about you from the scars on your arms to the way you cry at night. End it. Make your life stop. Now. It's the only way to fix it.

-Meg

Dear Self,

You always end up ruining everything. You can't make anyone happy. You can't even make yourself happy. You use to think life was so easy. Life was so rosy. But you got a slap in the face. A million. Look at you. You are pathetic. It doesn't matter what you want. It doesn't matter what you think. It doesn't matter what you believe. Happiness, true happiness was never meant for you. It wasn't made for you. It's something that from now on you will never know. Just a distant memory. Do yourself a favor and cease to exist. You're only in other peoples way. You're only a burden. Can you feel it? Can you feel that creeping inside of you? It's the numbness silencing everything in your body. Everything all around you. Till there is only screams inside of you. Words, feelings, agony that will forever be trapped. For nothing can express the pain. No words can do justice to your loss. No day will ever be the same. Ever.

Dear Ikki,

I love this thread..very empowering!!

Jazzii

Dear YN Staff,

Thanks for listening.

-Meg and others

Dear A,

I hated the look in your eyes and the catch in your voice when I told you. I hated your anger, and your disappointment, and even your (sort of) understanding. I hated the way I felt when you told me what you thought of what I have done. I hated the way you talked to me. I hated that when I asked a question, you asked if I wanted the truth or what I wanted to hear. I thought we had a relationship built on trust, not lies. I thought I hated you, but the truth was, the whole time I just hated myself.

I love you more than anyone I’ve ever loved in my life. I don’t want to let you go, but I think I have to. I can’t let you do what you think will help. You think it will, but I know it won’t. I can’t let you do that to me. I'm sorry.

Love,
M.

Dear Me.

Yeah, things suck right now. But keep your head up, even if things do get worst just remember you're tough enough to get through it. You've done it before, you can do it again.

Be like a rock. And slay those zombies... thats right zombies... its the past, the past is dead, don't let it come back to life... instead disconnect the brain from the spinal cord and move on.

Triss

Dear Mind,

Why do you play these games with me? You have it all worked out, down to which bottles of pills and which razorblades, and then you try to tell me not to do it. I don't know who to believe or who to listen to. I'm scared.

-M.

Dear Cheyenne,

When Miss Emily told me what happened to you, I couldn't believe it. I mean, it seemed as though there was something different about you, but I never expected that you had had to go through that. I am sorry.

I was in shock, I guess, Cheyenne. You're so young and no one deserves that. You are a special little girl. I'm glad that I paid attention to what you were saying, because if I hadn't talked to Miss Emily I would not have understood.

Something awful happened to you, and I still love you, but you have to realize that you can't use your past as an excuse for your bad behavior. Try to remember that there are people who love you.

Love,
Miss M.

Dear Lor,
Why did you go and do that? I thought we had settled things with your life. I tried to help, but I just don't know what to do anymore. I can not go into you and change every bad thought and emotion you have, though I would if I could. Stop looking for me to help. I don't know if I have any words and emotions left to give you.Please stop.

Never what you think I am,
-EAS

Dear Amp,

Sorry.

-Megs

Dear Razorblades and Other Sharp Objects,

Why do you do this to me? Why do you tempt me with your presence? Why am I powerless in your grip? I first used you to gain control, but instead you took control away from me. Where I thought I would find comfort, I now find pain. Where I thought I would find solace, I find hurt deeper than I ever imagined. It hurts on the outside and the inside. Why can't I stop? Why do you have such a hold on me? Please, let me go.

-M.

To My Addiction,

Addiction

You were ...
my warmth on a cold day;
my light on a starless night;
my familiar face in an unfamiliar place;
my safety net after a long fall;
my smile on a sad day;
my strength in a weak moment;
my comfort in a hard time;
my guide on a windy road;
my hands when I was tied;
my voice when I was silent;
my reason for living;
my cause for failure;
my drug of choice.

And now…
You will not hold me
In your grip again;
I deny you that right;
I take my life back
And walk proudly
Knowing I fought you;
And Won!!!

Whoever you were (or are, I guess),

I hate you.

-M.

Dear God,

I'm not a fucking super hero. I can barely save myself! I got lucky once but there's so many people in front of me who need saving. I can't save them all, I could barely save one of them I know I can't do anything for the others and it's driving me insane. Why do you put these people in my path, obviously needing aid when I can't help them? So seriously Big Guy either you start putting these people in the paths of people who can really help or you give me super powers so I can

Regards,
Your Ob't Servent

Dear Molly,

You said you would always be there, and then you left. What happened? Was it what I told you? I trusted you, but then maybe it was my fault. You were the only one who knew. I guess it was stupid of me to tell you.

Love,
M.

Dear CP,

That was a really stupid fucking choice you made that day. But I miss you. I always will.

Sometimes me and Tay just sit there for hours talking about all the stupid shit we did. Some of it probably could've got us killed. We all make mistakes; I guess on that last day, you made one too many. You know, that's what we call it. The last day.

You were like an older brother to me. And one of the funniest dudes I ever met. In the words of Taylor, "I guess you're God's personal comedian now." I didn't even get to say goodbye. As soon as I got that call, I turned on the news to see if it was true. That was one of the worst calls I've ever gotten.

I talked to you on that last day. I wish you would've said something about what you were about to do. Maybe I could've talked you out of it. Maybe you'd still be here. Alive. It all goes back to the last day.

The last day...

I love you.
-Michelle.

Dear Kiersten,

You will probably never know that your innocent smile lights up my life. The feeling of your small hand in mine is something I wouldn't give up for anything. I love your trust in me.

But Kiersten, I can't fix everything. I can fix your scraped knee and your tears, and I can teach you to read and write, but I can't fix everything. Please don't expect too much of me.

I never knew what I wanted to do someday. But Kiersten, that was before a little girl slipped her hand into mine and looked up at me with trust in her eyes. Thank you.

Love,
M.

Dear Sebastian,

If there was one thing I could change in life, it would be the way I left you. We used to be best friends and now you hate me and you treat me like shit. I didn't leave you to be a bitch, I left you because you always made me feel like shit about myself. I know that you didn't mean to, but you just were always calling me stupid. The thing is, I just am better at gov't class then you. I'm sorry, but it's the truth.

Anyway, I should've explained why I wasn't tlaking to you anymroe instead of just refusing to speak to you and refusing to answer the phone. I know it was an awful way to leave you and I know that you turned all of my ex friends against me.

I really am sorry.

Dear Christine,

I never got to say it one last time, so here it is. I love you, Christine. I love you.

Couldn't you have waited just a little longer? I just want to feel your arms around me one more time. You could always hold me so safe, like nothing could happen.

I want to be mad at you for leaving, but I can't.

I love you.

Love,
M.

Dear Me,

I hate you.