Letters To The Writer: Volume 1

June 6th

I feel like a horrible person,
The effect I have is a curse and,
I don't know who I'll be hurting,
My whole life is filled with dirt as it's inserting,

I feel like I get lonely every minute,
Take my live go and spend it,
Feel I have nobody in my life when it,
Isn't true, I got them and you,
I feel like a fucking fool.
Feel like a dumb prick standing on a three legged stool,
Or a toddler who can't control his drool, constantly dripping form his mouth keeping his lips nice and cool,
Look at you,
Wasting your time on a low life on me, I have blinded you, you can't see, I have made you feel like what you wasn't is me! It isn't me. Just trust me and please leave. I hurt everything I touch, they die and freeze to a non existence.

My love to hate ratio is high statistic,
I don't want me to be the one that you are missing,
When I leave because someone else was here when I forgot you were listening.
And god I do miss you, and our XO's standing for hugs and kisses. I wanted to be Mr. To your Mrs.

I don't want that to happen if You are not in my wishes.
I don't mean that I'm sorry I take it back.
I'm just hurt I'm sorry.
It's been a hell of a long week.
I'm sorry,
I've been unable to raise my voice and speak,
I'm sorry.
I feel like nobody hears me as I, scream in agony from the stuff that happening!

I'm dead...

I don't know what to do...

I'm dead...

I'm dead...