Dear Joe

Dear Joe,

I'm sorry,

I didn't mean too.

I was just so sad,

everything they say is true,

and it hurts.

People are so mean,

it hurts to see people in this world,

who only think for themselves.

You don't seem like that,

but their voices,

are getting in my head,

and I'm not sure who to trust.

The scars on my wrist,

show where I've come from.

But today,

they show where I'm going.

Words hurt,

whoever said they didn't

clearly never went outside,

never visited the real world,

the world where people get treated,

rudely for the colour,

that their skin is.

Nobody has control over that!

I'm tired,

and not from lack of sleep,

from life,

this world.

You will never see this,

but you're the reason I'm alive,

living and breathing today,

and for that,

I am forever great full.

Love always,

Spring.

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--not asking rudely as I love you all, but if you enjoy the story voting helps me know and stay motivated :) enjoy!--