A Letter To You II

Despair, I write this letter to you‐

for both you, and the world to read,

this is what you've done to me.

I hope, if this is read,

that someone can be saved from the likes of your torment.

Turning time itself into its own form of torture,

making the gift that life is supposed to be, synonymous with dread‐

blurring all of the past, present and future.

You've torn my mind in two,

creating halves that are always at odds‐

always bringing up my past,

there is truly nothing you let me live down.

You're the artist that created, and cultivates my collection of masks,

the scribe from which all my dangerous wishes originate,

the reason I don't last long looking at my own reflection,

the one who wages war against my own perception.

You've torn my heart to shreds,

altered my beliefs and killed my dreams,

turned both my heart and all desire against me‐

you're killing me, ever so slowly.

Keeping my nights awake,

and me, far from rest.

Keeping my days at their worst,

and me, far from my best.

It was you who started this fire...

that burns my feet and fills my lungs with smoke

stealing both, my breath and what little hope there was left‐

consumed by the flame that is this, burning paradise

along with the bridges to peace that use to be.

This is not just what you've done to me,

but far, far too many‐

it's for them, that this letter has been written to you...

I hope you take it personal.

Because I truly can't wait for you to get what's coming to you,

for all you've taken...

from not just me,

but far, far too many.

Despair, it's for them, that‐

I write this letter to you.

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