My Dear Friend.
It seems that we have met again.
You see that I did not want to tell you this way,
But it's the only way that I could.
As you see that you are dead.
And you were the problem of all the blood that I bled.
You made me weak and not able to think.
So all these nights I pick up my drink.
I've tried to erase all your thoughts.
Please just get them out of my god damn head.
You don't understand what you did.
So this is the way I have to tell you.
I didn't want to tell you like this.
I wanted to yell at you when you were alive.
So you could hear the pain in my voice.
God damn you father!!
I hated you my whole life.
You always tried hurt me and lied to me my whole life.
Do you know how many times I picked up a knife?
Ending it all seemed the way to go, but look at me now.
You might be thinking how.
How I lived to this day.
Wasn't any of you god damn help.
I'm glad you can't talk.
So now that you know, I'm going one a long needed walk.