Grim

Its a letter, a few mere words, that I wish I could tell to my friends. Which I will never send. I do not want pity. I want happiness. I want freedom from my mind. I want air, to breathe without feeling tears blur my own vision.

'Hey, I just wanted to let you all know, truly, how much you guys are important to me and oh so much valuable to my eyes. You all are the definition of loveliness, of gentleness and silliness wrapped up in the same mind. You guys are genuinely part of my favourite people and I see you, consider you, as my close friends. I love you all, and I wish I was there to let you know this more.

I wish I could be honest and tell you I am fine, I am dandy. I'm not. I'm slowly starting to lose hope. To lose the single rope that is bounding me to Earth; to life; which would be guilt. Guilt of letting you all down by a simple death, of making you sad while you guys deserves happiness.

Please remember you guys are loved. That I love you. You all are the best thing in my life, and if I could drop everything to relive that experience again, I will. I will stay with you, stay alive, but I fear I do not have much either. So that's why I'm writing this to all of you. To leave somewhere how much I adore you all, and how much I am happy that you guys are in my life.

If it were not for you, I would have probably already died."

Its messy, but it was meant to be, isn't it?

'Never, ever grieve for me.

'Tis but my flesh and bones which rest in the soil: