Hey old friend,
Years have gone by...

To the one who first find my letter,
I apologize for the state my body must be in...

You don't know who I am,
So who are you to gossip behind my back...

Tears are drowning me,
And there seems to be anchors...

We are good friends,
But I want something more...

The girl in the mirror blinked back at me,
Her shoulders shook as she stifled a sob...

I pretended that I am not hurt,
As I don't want you to know...

Tears streamed silently down my cheeks,
As you rant on and on...

Can time take us both back,
To that summer at the beach...

Blood drips slowly from the slit on my wrist,
I can feel the throb of my pulse bobbing...

All those times that I cried alone,
Those pillows I had soaked...

I might be hurt now, devastated even,
But the thought that I will be fine someday...