suicide

letter no. nine

dear luke,

its been four months and two weeks.

i kept expecting for all of this to be

one of your sick jokes, but i know

its not. you wont burst through

my front door with a stupid grin

plastered on your face.

you're dead

and my probation is over.

my depression is getting worse

and i fear that liz's kind words

are not enough to lift my spirits.

fearfully yours,

ahngie