This is so true and meaningful for me too. enjoy
To the girl who cries at night,
You may not want to hear my words. You may not want me to care. You may think that we adults, we teachers, have no idea what you are going through. You may think that the world is coming apart, that all of those people you thought you could trust, who cared about you, turned out to be frauds. You write your poetry, telling your teachers that it is not personal, you speak to us of friends that are having a hard time. You reach out, but you shield yourself in every possible way. Just so we don’t catch on to the fact that it is not your friends that are hurting, it is you.
And I get it. Right now, life seems like it is too much and there is no way to dig yourself out. Like having a concerned teacher will…
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