Dear Peter

Dear Peter.
Wow, it's been a while,
I am writing you this letter, as I finally smile.
Lately I've been feeling down,
it feels like my whole life is nothing but a frown...
I try to smile, but I feel so fake,
have you ever felt like a big mistake?
I know you'll understand, you always do,
Peter, that's why I love you :)
But I did something Peter, please don't get mad,
I did something stupid, something very bad.
This depression was just too much to bear,
so I grabbed the razor blade and started to tear.
I released the pain from so deep within,
as I carved the razor blade into my skin.
I know it was wrong, but I didn't know that night,
as the blood started pouring, it felt so right.
Please don't think I'm weird, or insane,
but I was sick of struggling with all this pain.
For just one moment I grabbed the knife,
don't tell anyone, 'cause I trust you with my life.
Well that's all, I feel so much better,
I have to go now, I'll be waiting for your letter.
Love, Chloe.

Dear Peter.
It has been a few weeks,
and now the tears are streaming down my cheeks.
Why aren't you answering one single call?
Do you care about me, do you care at all?
I hope you don't think I'm pressuring you,
I swear, that's not what I intend to do.
I just want you to know that I care,
and if you need something, I'll always be there.
I hope you feel this way, toward me too,
because I swear, it's how I feel about you.
Well, I hope you reply this time,
and take the time to read this letter of mine.
Love, Chloe.

Dear Peter.
What have I done?
Why are you ignoring me like I was anyone?
I need you now, more than ever,
weren't we supposed to be best friends forever?
I guess you don't care as much as I do,
Peter, I hope you know I hate you!
I hate you, you are just like the rest,
when I needed you the most, you stabbed me in the chest.
You don't care that I cried,
and you wouldn't even care if I died.

Dear Peter.
I'm so sorry for what I said,
I don't know what was running through my head.
But this pain just doesn't seem to decrease,
forgive me Peter, I beg you, please.
Love, Chloe.

Dear Peter.
Why is everyone saying that you're gone?!
They're telling me that I need to move on.
What's wrong with them, what is going through their mind?
They're crazy, Peter, words I can't find!
They're telling me that you were hit by that car,
and that I need help to heal this scar.
They're saying that it happened one year ago,
And that I have to learn to let you go.
That I have to accept the tearful truth,
of how you died in your youth.
What is wrong with them, Peter? They're making me cry,
this can't be true, you didn't die...
Love, Chloe.

Dear Peter.
I found out, it is all true,
I can't believe how I've lost you.
And every day, I continue to break,
with every breath, another heartache.
I wish that somehow I could take your place,
what wouldn't I do to see your face...
But I know you're watching me from up above,
because even though you're gone, I can still feel your love.
And that will help me get through each day,
for I love you more, than any words could say.
You will always be remembered in my heart,
how you were there for me from the very start.
How you always used to brighten my day,
whenever I felt down, depressed or gray.
And when I was crying, my hand you would hold,
you truly had a heart of gold.
I don't want to, but I have to let you go,
if I want to live, I have to do so.
I will never forget you, my very best friend,
I will love you from today 'till the very end.
Thank you for all the times we shared,
thank you because you always cared.
Goodbye, Peter,
I will always love you.

/ I know this poem was really long, but I could honestly go on forever. I wish I could do something, but I can't, I can just express how much I love him through poetry. He will always be my best friend, even though he's not here with me. I wrote many letters to him, because I didn't want to accept the fact that he was gone, and now that I know the truth, I decided to make a poem out of it /

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