a letter to my psychologist

it's missing a few bits but most of it is there

Dear psychologist,

I honestly don't know... how to tell them my feelings and yet they still push. Mum she said I was her only mistake, Dad he's to high to care if I'm gone. My so called "best friends" treat me like I'm non-existent to them now and I just want to sleep.

I can't say I'm really all here as I write this Jane, but if I try to feel right now.... I end up numbing it with the usual (cigarettes and a blade) I can't seem to grip anything. It's like I'm barely breathing any more and my boyfriend A.J and my best mate's Hayley, Nathaniel, Emily and Hayden are there only real reasons I'm here.

I can't write any more today but I promise to write again tomorrow.

yours truly,

K.

Author's Note

it's literally what I had written to her two months ago

Reviews

[hrs]

Do you think you will want to expand on this later? This is a great angle that i think has potential to be expanded that not many would think of. The writing would help you as well as make it so that others going through the same thing see that they aren't alone.

I think your answer is to find a way to get the pain or the pressure out in a positive way. Writing is great for that, so is exercise. Explore, go places with the paper that your scared to go,and what will be produced will be literary gold once its polished and cleaned up.

needs work needs to be refined, but you have something here if you wish to work with it.