dear journal:
i find that many people don't know i exist, and that when they do notice me they spit at my feet and mock me. i know that some don't do this, and thank you to those few. for you are all saints, angels if i must say. at least i know that when i die, i will always remember that one person who knew who i was, who respected me for who i am, and was, and the person who listened to me when no one else would. to the person who told me everything would be okay even when i, and they, knew who wouldn't. i thank you for that is how i wish you all were. but no, it's the exact opposite. so all you people, i give you one more chance. show me that you don't want to burn in hell and that you won't waste your life away. these are my last words of advice. please listen to me. take heed of your lives
sincerly,
the world traveler
a response:
dear world traveler:
i don't know who you are, but i listened to you. i used to be a person who spit and looked down at those below me. i caused pain to those people, i did it for laughs. i would walk with my friends, beat some one up and walk on laughing with my friends. it made me feel good. then things turned on me. i was hurt so bad that i left the school. i was homed schooled for 2 years. i was scared of them, scared that i was going to get hurt again. then i read your letter. i was touched. i called up those who i hurt. apoligized and hung up. it made me feel better. for that man, i thank you.
sincerly,
torn and hurt
dear torn and hurt:
i'm glad that i at least helped one person. i've had people talk to me saying that i'm suicidal and that i'm an asshole. i don't give a damn what they say. i don't care what anyone says about me. i just hope that i can help the hurting. thanks man.
sincerly,
the world traveler
one final response:
dear world traveler:
last week my son returned back to his old school. as he walked in the front doors, he was grabbed by some bullies, brought into the parking lot, and beaten to death. i know that he was writing to you about some of the problems that he was having, and that you gave him some good advice. thank you for helping my son. if it is not too much, i would like to meet you in person.
sincerly,
till death do us part
dear to death do us part:
the world traveler will not be able to meet you in person. he was killed by the person who used to be his only friend. this is that friend talking. i am so sorry. goodbye.
sincerly,
life is not something to be wasted
4 comments:
im sad now
yeah...
it's amazing what i can dream up sometimes
i am amazed.
If I say who I know it just goes to show
You need me less than I need you
Take it from me
We dont give sympathy
You can trust me trust nobody
But I said you and me
We dont have honesty
The things we dont want to speak
Ill try to get out but I never will
Traffic is perfectly still
Trust Me - The Fray
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