Go to school.

Go to school. You need to learn. You need an understanding.

And understanding of what the hell I'm going through.

And why.

Every single day I wake up and the first thing I think of is you. And how I wish I could wake up next to you.

And every time I see you, I wish how I could just embrace you and cry on your shoulder and tell you how much I missed you. And I wish I could kiss you whenever I want.

But what do I get?

Every day?

A quick hello.

A high five.

Maybe you'll even ignore me.

You'll go out of your way not to see my face. Because my face is ugly. Maybe not in complexion, but in personality.

I'm a freak. Nobody likes me. They call me "the kid who hates everything." Stay away from that fag.

When all I want is someone to love me.

And I want that someone to be you.

Every night I come home, climb in bed and contemplate hurting myself. Only you would understand that...

It hurts so good. The way my flesh burns when I drag a blade through my veins for you.

It's for you, my love.

But you've probably stopped reading this by now. Because nobody really cares about what I'm feeling. Or what I want. Right?

Because all I need is oxygen and that's a given. He doesn't need anything else. So let's not give him any understanding friends, relatives, or anything.

Oh except the girl he wants so badly. The girl he'd take a bullet for. Who knows what it's like to hurt. Who can relate to him and help him feel better. We'll make her out of his reach. We'll make her TAUNT him with her beauty and wondrous kisses just to the point where the butchering being done to his heart feels like butterflies.

Now if only you'd have read the whole thing. And taken it into consideration. Goodbye.