I wanna **** myself in a thousand ways. I wanna feel nothing but pain for days. I wanna lose my ******* mind, and never think again. I want you to rip up my pedals, my roots and my stem. IΒ wanna die and be dead forever, I wanna be plucked of every feather. I want no one to sit around with, to feel horrible together. This feeling is best felt alone, it slips in like a crisp breeze, frosting your bones. Then it warms up your heart, but it doesn't make you better. It ***** with my head, and makes me write you these letters. Until i want nothing else, then to be able to forget, the prettiest elf. But you can relate to how bad this must be, accept that every day, there's no one Loving you more than me. And now there is nothing but fate to steal. But i have faith, that IΒ could heal. This terrible affliction, you're forced to feel. I love you, and I want your life. To be filled with love, and free from strife.