Letter

by Heather   Apr 4, 2011


To Whom It May Concern :

I've been gone for far too long. I guess I will never learn. The roads are dark and the nights are worse. My thoughts are by the millions.
But my words have no remorse. I lost my voice from the silence, lost my soul from all the violence. I purge on your hate, and left with shattered fate. I have no more passions, for your sick satisfactions.

Life's hard and I know I'm supposed to deal, but what to do when you can no longer feel? I'm terrified of what to do now, you never answered me so why should I bow? I'm a coward, A loner, an abuser, suckers. Go ahead and pop a few more uppers. The pain is unbearable, but I'm content. I lack love, and miss the smell of your scent. In time everything passes by, so you would never catch me cry.

Sign,
Failure by design

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