This is a letter in the form of poetry to my best friend who now rests peacefully in heaven. I love you Leah Marie.

A series of letters to a once best friend, a series of letters he may never get to read. There are 73 days in summer, and that means 73 days of change. From a suicidal, depressed, self-harm addicted teenager into a (hopefully) stable young woman, this journal, written to my once best friend, chronicles my recovery. The only thing keeping me alive is a promise I made one year ago, a hope for a better future, and the thought of him. Many things will change, and my journey to recovery will not be easy.

po·em \ˈpō-əm, -im, ˈpōm also ˈpȯ(-)im, ˈpō-ˌem\ noun : a piece of writing that usually has figurative language and that is written in separate lines that often have a repeated rhythm and sometimes rhyme life \ˈlīf\ noun : the ability to grow, change, etc., that separates plants and animals from things like water or rocks : the period of time when a person is alive : the experience of being alive poem = life

This is a 'letter' in dedication to everything I'd like my best friend to know before I die. Before I leave the world. It's something I wanted to write this just as an idea. I'm not any actual danger to myself. It's just a brainstorm, but it's all still partially true.

This was a letter written to me from my best friend Lucy xx (FVKGirl)

This is basically a letter to one of my best friends because she needs to know this!

This isn't a story. It's a letter to my best friend. The one I've known all my life. The one that means so much to me. And the one that I'm starting to loose.