The letter that will never be sent.

To the one that loved me.

I wish you loved me still.

I can't help how I feel.

My heart is pouring out with no one to hear.

These searing, painful, devastating thoughts tearing at me making me ill.

You say you love me still.

I hope that is real.

Why is the thought in my head

Saying that I'm better off dead?

If you're going to bleed me dead

I wish you would go right fucking ahead.

A part thinks the material things are the only reason why you're still here

Maybe without them, leaving me would be your will.

I can't help that I feel like my love is not enough

I only ask for loyalty and trust, your response "tough".

I would go through hell and back a thousand times over, it's true

But I would only do it for you.

Quit playing games with me

And start being with me.

I'M SO SICK OF THIS WAIT AND SEE!