To Whom It May Concern

To Whom It May Concern I feel so empty inside, my pain grows and grows but it’s so hard to hide. I feel like a rose with no thorn on my stem, my heart is so torn like a broken off tree limb. I cannot bare the sad songs that play on the radio station, so I change the channel and wait for the happy sensation. To Whom It May Concern ill over come my sorrow, and hope better things will happen tomorrow.