Dear Life,

Funny is it not?

We loved eachother, just never at the same time.

Lately it's been lingering constantly on my mind, yet I still continue to walts around like I'm fine.

I Took you for granted,

so understanding I am as to why you can no longer stand it.

But "Life's a game right?"  I guess I just-

I just grew tired of the ******* hands from you I was handed.

Tired of standing alone in sorrow, of drowning in feelings.

That eight year rain shower killed me, but could've given you a sibling on a drier planet.

Like mars, life you could've had a brother on mars.

But instead you chose me,

A guy that feels way to ******* much, way to ******* deep.

So Why me?

Why should I  sleep?

So I can dream of a girl I know, who's exactly like me but doesn't like me?

Why, see? It's only been a week so why do I feel confident she's the one I need?

Why do I cry and feel hopeless seeing scripted love on a screen?

Why do I relate more, feel closer to fictional characters than the ones next to me?

Dear life,

I wrote you the key to my mind without thinking twice.

I don't ask for your sympathy, but a key for simplicity will suffice.