Dear Artist/
Your art sings to me like a soft kiss/
And as the poetic words are spoken they stop to rest carefully here atop my lips/
Tasting of loneliness/
Something I understand well unfortunately from years of misery/
It regrettably makes up most of my memories/
Every moment I'd spent ready to surrender from the pain I suffered/
Often left to ponder/
Why me/
Does nobody see these scars that bleed/
Upset that so many could leave me with such ease/
Always leaving questions unanswered inside my mind/
Despite all the times I screamed out their names/
Because in the end/
I wasnt worth the compassion let alone the attention/
Feelings of depression/
Thoughts saying Im nothing/
Convinced I deserve this/
Listening to the emptiness echoing in my chest/
I've felt it all myself once before, unable to drown in the liquor anymore/
All I wanted to do was turn up the music and let the silence play through it/
So know your not alone having to deal with everything on your own/
There's always this place where people care about the pain you share/
Wanting to hear things from your joys to things you fear/
Where we love this art we all write/
An the company of another poets insight/
Just remember things get easier/
Cause its always better tomorrow I swear/
So I guess I'll end this letter and see you there/
Yours truly, Diction "****** Glitched" Diers/