To whom it may concern
I have laid awake, wondering what it feels like to be alive.
Even if just a moment, suspended in time, so I could re-live it over again.
I have lived a life afraid to turn a page
Fearing my suicide may lie on the other side.
If I could steal every second of happiness, That you have had.
My burdens would rain on your shoulders 
And I would be whole, for the first time, in a long time. 
Sheltered in poverty, I have never had a thing
Pictures of a broken home lie around me
This foundation was built to collapse 
I sit on the outside looking in
A painful truth, hard to bear
I see you, for what you are
And I have nothing but a cold dead stare.
I don't know what I have left
Or what the world will do to me 
If I could write one last thing to you
It would read "this place has nothing left for me"

These dreams are what we have to build on
What we have come to know

Our minds have been ravaged
These voices echoed so many times
Controlling who we are, and how we get by

The road seems long as ever
As we grow restless to escape this place

As I remember
I am everything I have ever wanted, And everything you didn't want for me.

All I wanted was someone who believed in me.

We are daydreamers
With aspirations that touch the sky
And now I know this is where I lie

We may be blind
But we can see what we were meant to be
All I know is that this means so much to me

Tired hands and waking eyes
Will tell the story of how we lived our lives

As I fall in my final days

These are the memories that will never fade away.