Dear friend,

Dear friend,
Hello you sitting over there
Why do you give me that stare?
Why do you question me, with out saying a word, with a question I can't answer?
Why do we have such deep conversations with out saying a word to each other?
Why do we do this everyday?
You sit on that rock
I lean against the wall
And we stare at each other with out a single expression on either of our faces
I wake up
I get dressed
I eat
I walk to the vacant lot knowing you're there waiting for me
You're my friend though we don't know a thing about each other
We've known each other for a long time now and yet we don't speak
We don't do anything
We just do the same thing for about an hour
I stay for an hour or a half an hour and we just stare at each other
Such deep conversations we have in total silence
You and I know we are both friends
We just are
I wonder what you think about when you get home
If you think about me or not
Weather you give me a name not knowing weather it's right or not
Weather people ask you too who I am
And weather you say that I'm just a friend
And this is why I decided to write this letter for you
To keep the silence yet communicate with more than eyes
We could write back and fourth if you want
Or you could write nothing and we'll just go back to what we usually do
Have deep conversations with out saying a word
You're my best friend you know
And I care about you
I don't know your name though
I may never
But that's OK
Your name doesn't matter
as long as you're here for me

From your friend

Dear friend,
I noticed I didn't get a letter back from you
That's OK
If you don't want to it's alright
I just wanted to write this last one

From your friend

Dear friend
I'm writing you back now
I'm writing you a note
A suicide note
When you find this I will be dead
I shot a bullet threw my head
Sorrow coursing through my veins I was becoming very insane
I felt that bullet little pane
I will and did die instantly
Or at least I hope I did
It's hard to say since it didn't happen yet
But it will
Or did
You are my best friend
And I care about you too
But no one understands me
No one but you
I think my book is over due
Please return it for me
You know where I live just walk right in and find a book titled The Perks Of Being A Wallflower
In fact
Renew it
Read it
Enjoy it like I did
I hope your not too sad
I know you're a good friend
Though we haven't spoken a word to each other
I just couldn't take life
So I took mine
But now I'm dead
And that means I'm fine
I was tiered of waiting
Waiting in line
Waiting in death row
So I went to the front desk
I told them how long I was waiting
Then the voices in my head told me what to do next
And they told me to get that black gun in my house
And shoot my head
And I'm all better now
No need for a get well card
I'm fine now
Goodbye

From your friend