Dear Mary
Another year means another letter. I'm still down I am tired , drowned and still colourless. I have tried to end it but the wind holds me back. I tip and tip and tip over but never, will never fall . I hang, I take pills. I do it all but am still empty like a bottle that's half empty or half full. Blood gallons and gallons of blood from my body pouring out of my wounds.
Screaming for a saviour but no one hears.
Sincerely Amanda