Hello People Of My Life, this is a letter to the people in my life. Though they will never see it and understand, maybe some one who reads it will.

I was testing out a site I stumbled across. Its started out as a silly little write and turned out like this. Hope you enjoy.

H.M

Hello People Of My Life.

Just thought I'd write you all a letter. This IS a rant letter so take it as so.

First off, I Am Who I Am. I make mistakes, I do sometimes take risks, I will never be who you want me to be and yes, I am a human being. You have never pushed me to be better, and in doing so, I failed life. How, you may ask, did I fail life?

Simple. I wake up everyday and I have no one to greet me, I go out, to no where in particular, and come home to be welcomed by silence and an empty room. (With the sometimes dirty look or glare of hatred. Which I love having by the way.)

I never did, or probably will, get passed a certain grade. Failed again. Not only did you, the people whom I still love and cherish dearly, fail me but the education system failed me too. I fell though the cracks that people are always talking about. And even with a strong will, I still managed to fall into the wrong crowd. You know the one wrong crowd that you were supposed to tell me about but didn't. The very same crowd with drugs and alcohol, that tempt you. Calling your name, saying attention will come to those who try.

You failed me there too.

And just when I had thought you'd get me and save me by then, you let me be. Telling me you trusted me, and believing everything was okay. Hiding in a broken mask, begging you to notice me, there was one thing I had not tried.

Scary as it might seem, knives are not so, with a little liquid courage and morning of a loss of self and in all human kind.

I called you atop a roof literally crying out for help. And at the end I finished with

"..I'll call you tomorrow..If I make it.."

But that was still not enough.

You failed me eight more times. For every cut. And many more little ones I could not count. And while laying in the hospital bed cradling the arm I abused, only two of you walked in. The two that had failed me most. And the only ones who have to be there, because if they were not, it would look bad. You maintained the image I could not.

When the doctor sees there is something wrong, you again fail to see it. Or maybe refuse to.

You will take me home after that. Confine me and fail me just as much, if not more times. You will always tell the story of how the other child did what I did and made it though okay.

And even in just say those words another fail for the count.

So I hope when you look at me, you see what you failed.

You see that YOU destroyed a life. My life, I never had control over. You were my destiny, and destiny failed this one.

Do I have your attention yet?