Letter from the

Dear whoevers unlucky enough to read this letter
I will never see you again ever
As you read this I am dead
Not because I slit my wrists in my bed
Its because I put a bullet in my head
Have you ever wondered if you die
Now I know and you may cry
Now I know if I can fly
Ive been treated bad since my creation
With my parents ive no relation
And this is what happened to my generation
Together we tried
Together we cried
Together we died