All those times that I cried alone,
Those pillows I had soaked...

Blood drips slowly from the slit on my wrist,
I can feel the throb of my pulse bobbing...

Tears streamed silently down my cheeks,
As you rant on and on...

I pretended that I am not hurt,
As I don't want you to know...

The girl in the mirror blinked back at me,
Her shoulders shook as she stifled a sob...

We are good friends,
But I want something more...

Tears are drowning me,
And there seems to be anchors...

You don't know who I am,
So who are you to gossip behind my back...

To the one who first find my letter,
I apologize for the state my body must be in...

Hey old friend,
Years have gone by...