I wrote this poem it came to me:
Dear Reader,
I am writing this letter to say goodbye.
I can’t stand this wretched life anymore I’m living a lie.
Pretending to be happy, pretending to live.
I have nothing to offer, nothing to give.
So I figure why not end my life.
It’s not like my death will cause you any struggle or strife.
In case your wondering if I ever cared for you.
I did more than you’ll ever know, but you didn’t thank me for the things I do.
So I stopped trying to impress.
In this letter I tried to express.
That I was more than a ghost, I was real.
Even though you never noticed me it’s no big deal.
They say a person is never known till their dead.
I guess I’ll find out when you find my lifeless body in bed.
Goodbye for I will miss this dreaded strife.
But it’s time for me to move on to my after life!
Forever yours,
Shadow
(this is not a real letter just a poem)
2007-03-22
10:54:59
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