Dear Lucas,
This is so hard for me.
Everyday I pass by the main office,
And in the little display case,
Is a memorial set up for you.
It's disgusting,
How people only know you after you're dead.
How did you last so long,
Being so broken,
But so strong?
I'm on the edge,
Ready to fall,
While you dangled for a lifetime.
I'm not great, like you.
I'm boring.
And stupid.
And weak.
And tired of living without you.
Please.
Come.
Back.
-Ariella
