My name is John Doe. I have decided to start a journal of poems as an outlet for all my feelings that I have experienced. I know that they are probably not the best that have ever been written but they are a way to let the emotions out. I can not keep so many things bottled up inside me. I suffer from depression. I can be the happiest guy alive for months at a …showed first 75 words of 1863 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1863 total…not been realized. They still tournament me. I am giving up now. But when I die, I hope these letters are given to my only true love. Because god knows I loved her even though she may not have known. I can not escape from the growing pain. It will continue to build inside of me and my body can only hold so much. There has to be a way out. Stop that fucking noise!!