The letter

Dear Monster,
Are you proud of yourself?
You sit there
And down just about everyone
You make their lives
Seem demeaning
But
There’s one
You treat worse
Than the others
One
Who goes everyday
Wondering
Why she’s here
Why she’s alive
You torture her everyday
You make fun of her
Of her flaws
Of her perfections
Her appearance
Her personality
You spit harsh words
In her direction
You push her around
You used to beat her up
You sit there and
Hurt her
But
You don’t care
Just about everyone
Would say
They have it worse than she
Because they feel pain
But I disagree
The difference
Between her and them
Is they feel happiness
She doesn’t
Sure she can clean herself up
And throw on a smile
Or let out a laugh
But behind it is pain
And depression
She can’t go a day without wanting to cry
Worst of all
You’ve pushed her
To horrible thoughts
And acts
She thinks of blades
And ropes
And weapons of all sorts
Any way to possibly end her misery
Whether it’s the pain
Or life itself
She shows up with
New cuts
Or bruises
Or pains in anyway
She goes around
Sadder than ever
And hides it all in
But with each passing day
She’s letting go little by little
Until
One day
She’ll be gone
Completely gone
She won’t be able
To hold on forever
So
Let me ask you again
Are you proud of yourself?
I also want to know
Do you regret any of it?
What made you this way?
But most of all
I want to know
Why?
Just
Why?
Sincerely, The Truth