To whom it may concern
I have laid awake, wondering what it feels like to be alive.
Even if just a moment, suspended in time, so I could re-live it over again.
I have lived a life afraid to turn a page
Fearing my suicide may lie on the other side.
If I could steal every second of happiness, That you have had.
My burdens would rain on your shoulders 
And I would be whole, for the first time, in a long time. 
Sheltered in poverty, I have never had a thing
Pictures of a broken home lie around me
This foundation was built to collapse 
I sit on the outside looking in
A painful truth, hard to bear
I see you, for what you are
And I have nothing but a cold dead stare.
I don't know what I have left
Or what the world will do to me 
If I could write one last thing to you
It would read "this place has nothing left for me"