To whom this may concern I'm under a lot of stress,
I'm always unhappy, always depressed.
To whom this may concern I cut myself again,
I had to cover it up, I had to lie to my friend.
To whom this may concern I can no longer keep myself sane,
I don't know what to do, I'm under a lot of pain.
To whom this may concern I have nothing left in me,
I'm sorry I had to do this, I'm sorry you couldn't see.
To whom this may concern I'm fading very fast,
I wish I wasn't like this, I wish I could change my past.
To whom this may concern all my life I've been treated bad,
There was never a happy moment, they were all just very sad.
To whom this may concern I've been called so many names,
They were never nice to me, never invited me to play any games.
To whom this may concern I hope all those mean people burn in hell,
I hope they have no future, just sitting in a boring cell.
To whom this may concern this is my final call,
I'm sorry for hurting you, and I love you all.
To whom this may concern this is my unfortunate deathm
Don't remember me as a suicide girl, remember me as Steph.
* I wrote this poem when I was stressed, but not all of it is true...just had to get stuff out of me..hope you enjoy it and please rate and comment thanks)
