Dear Friend

Sitting in my room
The light is dim
I've locked the door
So none can come in
Pen in my hand
Paper on my desk
Thinking to write
What is best
Tis a letter
Letter of hate
For all those
With little fate

Inside this letter
This letter of hate
A drop of blood
From one with little fate
I've cut my wrist
I left a slit
I feel weak
I can't see
My breath is soft
My mind is blank
The bottom of this river
This river of blood
To the bottom I've sank

Goodbye to you
My old friend
This blood covered letter
Is true
And guess what?
I blame you.
It's your fault
That I'm like this
You may not know
But I was pissed
I thought you cared
I thought you were there

I wish ye farewell
May ye rot
And burn in hell