Here I am, writing to you again.
Another sorrowful letter i will send.
Today, it was no better than the day before.
It's been many nights I've cried, but who's counting anymore?
Why can it all crash down in a seconds time?
Why does everyone want to believe that I'm living just fine?
Because this life I'm supposed to be living... it's killing me.
I fade from how things used to be.
They've changed. Still I wont let go.
I've changed. And they will never know.
Because, they tell me I have the perfect life.
I won't correct them. It's the perfect lie.
Here I am, writing to you again.
Another sorrowful letter i will send.
This one's about the other day, I tried to leave.
By escaping through the blood I had to bleed.
The poison that runs through my veins,
It began to suddenly drain.
The pain bled away from the cut,
But sadly the slash wasn't deep enough.
All I have now is a stain on the floor and a forever scar.
It's hard to move on when you're so far.
But this time, I'll remember to push harder against the blade,
I'll never let the pain fade.
Here I am, writing to you again.
Another sorrowful letter I will send.
Next to "sincerely yours" I'll sign my name.
My sad farewell, I write no shame.
I'll crease the paper with a heavy sigh
Across it I will spell good bye.
I'll be careful not to smear the blood I bled,
I'll seal this envelope with my last breath.
Here I am, writing to you again,
Read this sorrowful letter that I send.
