Sense of uncertainty,
Was it the right choice to make...

Photographs of the good times,
When nothing ever worried us...

Here is an attempt of a poem without the letter...

Surrender the demons at my wake,
Watching my every breath...

Feeling lost in company of you,
What's happened to this...

Straps so thin and nails jaggered,
Everything will break off soon...

Torn to pieces,
Let me depart this place...

Close off the wound,
Don't let me attack it again...

How do I fight this?
Eyes turning red, and lips becoming dry...

There seems like no one's left.
In the place, so cold and horrid...

Alone I'm left to face the consequences,
From what you did before...

Searching the nation for the cure,
The answers to fight them off...