To whom it concerns

To whom it concerns I can't think straight,
My soul is empty, and my heart is full of hate.

To whom it concerns I cry all the time,
I feel like I am starting to lose my mind.

To whom it concerns my hands are shaking,
Nervousness from all the drugs I am taking.

To whom it concerns I have lost all hope,
All I care about is this pipe full of dope.

To whom it concerns I am ready to die,
No one even cares, so don't ask why.

To whom it concerns why didn't you listen,
as the teardrops started to glisten?

To whom it concerns why weren't you there,
Would it have kill you to pretend you care?

To whom it concerns I am going to end it all,
There is no one to tell, no one to call.

To whom it concerns I am leaving this note,
for you to read what I feel by what I wrote.