Dear friend,

I'm tired of the words you spill, each one dancing from the slit in your throat.

Your vocabulary bores me, and I'm growing ill of the way you butcher my passions.

Dear friend,

I no longer wish to be in your pressence; your breath repluses me.

The taste of the air around you is vile, much like the spoiled heart you've been housing for so long. 

Dear friend,

You only retain the title of such because I'm scared for you.

The scars on your wrist frighten me, and I know no one else cares. 

Dear friend,

Your life is important, there's so much more than high school. 

But you're bringing me down with you. 

Dear friend,

I may have lost you,

and I shouldn't of had said the things I did to you. 

Dear...