If you’re reading this
I am already dead
Cherish each line
As you consume
my last reflections
Picture my thoughts
Sliding through my pen
And wonder
What I am wondering
As I spread myself
Into this letter
I will explain
About my dreams
I will finally admit
That I fell into your eyes
And shivered at your broken pieces
Because inside was too twisted
To climb out
I hope you are not let down
That I cannot cure you
And all you have left of me
Is this column of words