Dear writer

To whoever is writing my story, I beg you to answer all my why’s To fill the empty void in my heart And give meaning to all the nights drowned by my hollow cries Why did they have to leave? I needed them most Now without them I’m left drowning Searching for comfort while I hang off the coast To whoever is writing my story Why did you hurt little me so much? She wasn’t fat or ugly She just needed a friend or such Why did I grow up hating myself With resentment and utter disgust? It gets better I was told But that’s something I could never trust To whoever is writing my story Thank you for bringing him in But please don’t make him hate me As I lie peacefully in my sin I did the best I could And for so long I tried to stay, But I’m tired now And I’ve got nothing left to say To whoever is writing my story Thanks for the laughter, the smiles and the woes I don’t have much ink left I beg you to bring my story to a close.