January 15th I write a letter to my school Asking why, after 5 years of hard work I am still beaten down and abused By those who put in minimal efforts I ask, why do you think its okay That i can lay down in a field ****** Broken Alone. Under their "care"
January 27th I write a letter to my parents I apologise for never being good enough For being a borderline alcoholic For squandering the life they gifted me For doing drugs For being sad all the time Not everyone can be strong For the strong to exist So must the weak
February 1st I write a letter to *** I ask him if he intended for this If I'm part of his plan If all this torment Is simply a part of something beyond my understanding But i know it isn't. I begin to ask grander questions Dear ***, why is it that the thing That makes up everything Is the very thing capable of turning Everything i love into dust.
February 15th I write this from my room Not to ***, not to my parents, and not to my school There is no return address This letter is to you. Each and every one of you. It reads as follows: "Dear You, and you know who you are
We live in a vile universe Filled with people who want to hurt us Uncaring governments Weapons of Mass Destruction At any moment, the paper you read this on The hands you hold it with The eyes you read it with Will all turn to dust So heed this advice Don't squander your time Don't sink it to the bottom of a bottle Don't **** it into a syringe Find happiness in yourself and people People who will not harm you People who love you for you Find yourself With the best of humanity Farewell."
Written after i suffered the crippling realisation that I've done nothing with my life