Secret Post Card...

salut toi all know me as Malmcd but toi don't know the real me...

Name- Mallory McDonald

Age- 13

Grade- 7th

Hair- red/brown/blonde/strawberry blonde/and orange

Eyes- Blue

Where I live- Maine in the U.S

Sports- I'm on a dance team

Things I like to do- Draw write and imagine

My dreams- My first dream is to let everyone know that they are beautiful know madder what toi look like toi beautiful to me. My seconde dream is also let people know that I will always be there for them.

Secrets-

I've never been loved truly and fully.

I've hurt before because I thought I couldn't go on.

I don't know where my dad is and...

I hope one jour toi read this and realize how much toi HURT me...
But par then I'll be gone and you'll want me.
But I won't want you.
Because you...
Hurt my heart.
Broken me.
Made me hurt myself.
Made me think I wasn't good enough.
And all I wanted was love.
But we can't get everything we want can we?
I forgiven toi two many times.
I wanted you,
But toi didn't even see me.
I was just there...
A ghost
A shadow
Air.
But not anymore.
I won't let toi walk all over me.
But it still hurt's,
Seeing your face
and smile
and big brown eyes
That always seemed to make me smile.
It hurt's to know that You'll never remember the...

Harma's story: I Killed Them        

Each jour I'm face with killing myself ou killing the people around me...I guess I made up my mind? I guess I chose to let myself lose control? And do what felt right...even though I new it wasn't. I new that it wound come back and haunt me one day. Well really it haunt's me every jour every minute and every second. From when I'm sleeping from the moment I did that unthinkable thing I did. It will never leave because I know there watching...
    But no one wound believe that a little 13 an old would...

His Brown Eyes

His brown eyes were sparkling with happiness and joy
His hair was jet black and dashing, spiky and his eyes were dark chocolat brown
He was just a little boy before he started to play with toys
Before he met me, I guessed he was happy as can be
I could imagine him whispering to his friends
Fiddling with his pens and enjoy teasing the girls
Sometimes I can't read his expression, when he looks at me, I get uncertain
Just par being held par his gaze puts me in a lovey-dovey daze

Why do I feel hesitant?
Am I supposed to feel pleasant?
I feel happy when I'm with him though but I'm sad also
I have...

Gone But not Forgotten

The girl they seen unbreakable- broke.
The girl they seen so strong- crumbled.
The girl they seen who always laughed it off- cried.
The girl they thought would never stop trying- finally gave up.

They all thought that she was fine,
But the truth, they would never find.

She was tired of faking a smile.
All she ever did was smile and pretend everything was okay.
If toi look beyond her smile,
You would see something toi just wouldn't understand.

People starte talking just a little too much.
She ran out of people she could trust.

She was tired of crying and didn't want to talk to anybody,...

So much happens in the bathroom stalls.
Cute yet odd writings all over their walls.

Its seen smiles, tears, and blood drops too.
It invites all the personal things we do.

Its our silent get away when we need most.
Where we all run when we have become lifes host.

The stall has seen our sharp razors and red blood.
When lifes emotions begin to flood.

If the stall had eyes to see and mouth to speak,
it would tell toi that 'even the strongest people
get weak.'

It would say 'I've seen toi on a bad
day, how toi silently screamed at the obsticles
in your way.'

'How toi reluctantly grabbed the razor and got to...