This is my letter to anyone,
Who’ll open up and hear me,
Don’t fucking throw it away,
Like you always seem to do.
I don’t intend to use a gun,
To cause any harm or injury,
That seems way too cliche,
Plus it wouldn’t affect you.
Pretend that I never existed,
See if I actually give a fuck,
I never used you to measure,
My success or my own value.
I love you a lot in a twisted,
Akward way, but not enough,
To mistake pain for pleasure,
Or to be afraid of the truth.
I ask you to want me for me,
And not what I can provide,
I can find avarice or greed,
In anyone if it’s all I desire.
You’re less than you believe,
I wouldn’t notice if you died,
Unless it helps me feel free,
From this never ending fire.
I asked you to stay forever,
We knew it wouldn’t be long,
You saw my goodbye coming,
And did not change one bit.
I guess things will be better,
When I’m forever long gone.
I only ask for you to summon,
And pretend you gave a shit.