• Many days I simply
    Wish to be locked in
    Heavy chains, shrouded by
    Darkness.
    No matter how I take
    This solemn path,
    The obstacles get harsher,
    Decisions near impossible
    To make.

    Many times I want
    To be alone, until time itself
    Forgot who I am.
    Even if time does remembers,
    No one would notive nor
    Care about the knife in my hands and
    The blood surrounding the
    Corpse that used to be me.

    I would just slip into
    The after life unnoticed.
    No one minds, no one cares
    For I would be a distant memory.

    And so, here I sit,
    Writing this letter for you
    To read, just telling you
    To erase me from your life
    And forget me...