Dear Death,
What happened to those times when we'd talk all night?
When will those heartfelt conversations return?
I miss those times in the dead of night,
talking just by the gray of the television light.
What happened to those times when you'd hold me when I'd cry?
When will I see you to tell you all my problems?
I really regret all those things I've dare to try.
I'm sorry for those things that make me want to die.
What happened to those figures who haunted my sleep?
When will they return and qwell my chaotic dreams?
Those times I woke as white as a ghost, calling out to the deep.
Those times when friends betrayed me and called me a creep.
What happened to the broken thoughts that called out to me?
Will they return and claim the life they sought to seek?
Will you hold me and give them what they need to be?
Will you take me and break me as they would with glee?
What happened to the things that meant so much in life?
When will they ask for a payment in debt?
I'm not deserving of these things that cause so much strife.
I want to end it all with one stroke of that silver knife.
What happened to the nights I'd feel so wanted and full of love?
Will those false thoughts ever return into my hell?
Why can't I fight without a shield and glove?
Why can't I die without seeing a white dove?
Sincerely,
Me
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