Everyone around me puts on a show, everyday just acting like i dont even know.

Just because they raised me or because we share some of the same DNA.

They feel they can say they care and everything bad will disapear , all that does is put me into a deeper dispair.

My family thinks as time goes by things will get better but all time has led to is me wanting to write a goodbye letter.

This pain in my gut, it is tearing at me like a dog with a juciy red peice of meat.

My days feel like weeks and my weeks as years. I am coming to a end, that is not good and soon my heart will be dead.

I am hollow, my ribs feel they may cave in. My heart is now ashes and i am far from positive thinking.

The one thing that stops me from signing this letter and leaving this appalling life, is my curiosity of my furture and what will become of me.

So i sit hear in my depression. Hoping and praying my furture is brighter then what is now before me.

This poem was written/submitted by Jenna Woodman.