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Dear Kristen: You know, I keep writing these. Over and over again just to get it all out of my head before I break; to get these painful emotions out on paper before they make me do something I'll regret. I have so many questions I wish I could ask, so many things I wish I would have said. You are in my thoughts so much, pointless ponderings that I can't know. Are you okay? Are your grades well? Do your new peers and teacher accept you? ...Does anyone there love you as much as I did and still...

Dear Kristen: You know, I keep writing these. Over and over again just to get it all out of my head before I break; to get these painful emotions out on paper before they make me do something I'll regret. I have so many questions I wish I could ask, so many things I wish I would have said. You are in my thoughts so much, pointless ponderings that I can't know. Are you okay? Are your grades well? Do your new peers and teacher accept you? ...Does anyone there love you as much as I did and still...

Safe, they call them, Those thin needles Hiding behind their Metal masks. There mine sits, Quietly tucked In the black casing of My wallet. In my pocket Where no one sees. ... Behind bathroom stalls, Before peeling paint and Falling-off locks. I stand in the cubical, The pin held in trembling fingers, Scratching a scar Again again again. Open scabs, Make it bleed. I have to have the pain. Flushing bloodied toilet paper Down the tube Where no one will find it. ...I silently slide the pin Into ...

I've something to tell you; Can you keep a secret? There's gold in my blood Would you like to see? Hand my the blade, Dear child. See how easily These veins split; Like dental floss In the hands of a young boy. Ah, dear soul, Do not fear me, I am the same, Just not myself. Sweet child, Turn to me. Let me see Your star-kissed eyes, Frail hair tied In too many braids. Innocent soul, Come to my embrace; I've something to show you, Someone you surely must meet! Smile, Be a good boy You'll love he...

Tap Tap Tap Listen. Can you hear it? A stranger's teardrops Caressing your window? So lovely. Tick Tick Tick Bedside clock Without a chime Forever counting down Seconds in your failing life. So pretty So lovely So perfect. Scratch Scratch Scratch. Hear that, dear? That's the sound Of subconscious escape. Fingernails of Bound hands Scraping uselessly At the headboard. Why, they're yours. Shh Shh Shh. Sharpen the blade It must be perfect, Must cut clean. No more stains No more tainting perfecti...