Outer beauty. Inner turmoil.

The wind outside is swirling. The snow has filled in the footprints and blessed the scene with crystalline purity. Inside her the storm also rages.

Hey, it’s me. If you’re reading this he finally did it. She couldn’t take it; listening to her other personality. He did the best he could, but it was never enough. Yes, he woke up every morning, got dressed, ate something, and took her pills. Oh, how she wanted to overdose! Dreading having to go to school.

Can’t you see she has no friends? J. is someone who just hangs out with him because she feels she has to. L. doesn’t care, it’s all out of pity. All those people she talked to; either ignore him or just don’t care to hang out with someone like her.

Mom. You tried really hard to make me happy, but it has never worked. Dad was right. Even if she did live he would be out on the streets, begging.

P. I’m sorry for everything. You are amazing, but your life would be better without me in it, so goodbye.

G. You said you were disgusted by me, so I thought why not leave so you don’t have to live with someone as disgusting as me?

M. Thanks for being everything I needed you to be. I wish all of you a great, happy life. It will be better now.

So, while you were all busy I took scissors and cut, but then I decided to take a walk and hang myself in a tree. It’s been a goodish life. Thanks for everything.


This is from Child #3. She didn’t hurt herself, but she is so very much hurting. Please say prayers for this child and for all of us.

Thank you and God bless.


Published by Rita

I am a single mother, a Christian, a writer, an abuse survivor, a reader, and a friend. I've wanted to be a writer my entire life and now here I am!

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