I’ve ended it so many times in my head, planned every single detail to the very end. I still shake in fear every single time I try and execute it. Because after all I’m not like you. I’ll never be like you. A self imposed coward who took his own life. God ****** why did you leave. Because it was easy to leave me. We were supposed to adventure and save the princess together but now she’s left in a tower to wither. You broke me. Now twenty-one years old trying to find hope in a word that Just is so ******* cold. The sun seems to be fading or I’m just sick inside never going to see the light, because the day you left is the day I died. Well a part of me that is the inner kid. My sense of wonder and imagination was you. You. Little Dylan. Before the pain of a drug inflicted house hold. A father who left you alone. A escape of ecstasy and love. Always trying to find a new host one to gaze upon and Feed off of. I’d say i lost myself in the deep woods of life. I’d say I don’t even go by the same name. I’m not the person who was born into this world. I’m Not even a shard of glass in that pile. I’m lost. Gone forever.