Acceptance of Oblivion

To Whom it May Concern

Is there someone out there

There should be?

That is what I am told

Once upon a time a small boy believed this

But after every day of pain

My starts to become doubt

Doubt becomes fear

People tell me 

I should not be here

Looking death in the face

There is so much help around me

Is that really the case?

I ask for help

The wind replies

Someone please

Come before me

Darn it all

This is getting boring

Goodbye

Best, 

Your Nieghbor