The Teacher
He has taught me so much, all because of him
I have been inspired again
He is kind, he has heart
He tells stories of his life
He is so utterly honest,I look up to him so much
People have idols like singers
Heroes like superman, but he is my idol and my hero
His words are so inspirational
He is a reason I am still alive today
My pain now goes away in this
No longer through pills, no longer through razors
Writing isn’t what saved me, He saved me
Without him, I would not be standing here
He saved me from myself
Without him I wouldn’t happy
I wouldn’t be myself
I have never met a more influential person than him
A teacher
A person more understanding
I am okay but I didn’t do this on my own
He hasn’t been the only person to help me
Hasn’t been the only person to be there, but
He stopped me from the pain I inflicted on myself
He turned me around, my pain becoming words on paper
Rather than cuts on my skin
Becoming whole again
Someone else helping me to become myself again
**Dedicated to Mr.Lipps my 9th grade English teacher
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