Dear tombstone,

I stand in front of you today,
All these years of perpetual pain, drives me to stare at the graves,
Now I stand beside you, waiting for an answer on judgement day,
Don't be shy, let it out, tell me what you will say,
Will you tell me I'm worthless, will you tell me I didn't amount to ****,
Will you tell me that my life was wasted, on sheer anger and hatred,
Will you be the first to tell me I was right, or the last to tell me I was wrong,
I don't want to pick a fight, I just want to know where I stand tonight,

Dear tombstone,

I've written and you haven't answered,
Why should I keep calling if you don't ever respond,
I've lost all hope and demons are taking over,
Tell me what I should do, please, how do I get through to you,
You sit there so peacefully, never receiving disrespect,
And all who come to see you feel a sense of regret,
I saw two boys this morning here, with a bottle of spray paint,
Once they saw the tombstones, they stopped and walked away,
You are feared and loved and hated all at the same time,
And you are respected more, than anyone alive,
I watch some who have held a grudges stop and say, I loved this man, when it wasn't true, is that what they'll say about me,
Please give me an answer, who am I to assume what they will tell me on judgement day,

Dear tombstone,

You won't respond to me, is it because I'm that horrible and everyone else can see,
Is it because I have no friends and no one cares about me,
Is it because I'm worthless and useless as can be,
Why don't you tell me, just have some sense of integrity and be honest with me,  
No answer, fine, I'm not visiting again,
I'm done writing these letters, you know what here's my pen,
Take my shirt too, and my pants and shoes,
If you won't respond to me then clearly I don't deserve you,
This is the final goodbye and I have one last thing to say,
Dear tombstone, if I may, I don't care anymore what they say about me on judgement day...