Because I've been through a few rough times...believe me it gets better.
Life is really hard as it is, but we have to be here for something...maybe we can't comprehend it, but your life means something.
You're important.
Already, you wrote a fantastic poem, I mean, words change people, they change life in general. Please, Frankie, right? Please, we can talk! Happiness! Happy things, right?
I know it seems terrible right now. No, terrible doesn't even begin to describe it, but if you just hold on a bit longer...there are loads of people that care about you.
My email is comecrashingdown@live.com
if you would like to talk, I'll listen.
Author's response
It's not important anymore.
I admire you, for the fact that you were strong enough to overcome your rough times. I envy you for that.
My poem was rather crap. I just wrote about how I felt and what came to mind.
What sort of things do you want to talk about? I don't know if my email works yet, but when it does, I'll mail you.
xx