To Whom This May Concern

My heart is slowly beating

I wait for the moment which it will stop

And allow my soul to escape

Leaving my body to rot

You seem to feel no emotions

As you watch me die

Even though you are the illness

Causing my mind to fry

I reach out my hand for help

I look deep within your eyes to see your very soul

Yet all I see is darkness

While your hand feels so cold

Why, why won't you change?

You've beaten me down

To the point of death

Wearing a smile but not a frown

You must enjoy this

Watching me living this pain

Because throughout my life

My suffering has somehow become your gain

I do not write your name on this letter,

Because you will not be concern.

You rather me die and be throw into hell

So you may watch me burn


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