This is my Letter(dedicated to Emily Dickinson)

I want you to know,

that you're the ones who pulled the trigger on....

me.

And i need you to know,

that every day i lived, i lived in hell.

But i'm going to heaven now.

And this is my letter...

to the world that never wrote to me.

"Maybe you will see,

that the tides will still remain,

after you and i are gone.

As i bleed,

maybe you will cry;

Wipe the teardrops from your eyes--

Turn away to the skies;

where i fly...."

I want you to know.

That there were many others you had killed.

Yeah.

And i think that you know;

that every grain of crimson iron sand...

used to be something.

Here is my letter....

to the world that never wrote to me.

"Maybe you will see,

that the tides will still remain,

after you and i are gone.

As i bleed,

maybe you will cry;

Wipe the teardrops from your eyes--

Turn away to the skies;

where i fly...."

"There's another me,

shed beneathe a layer of dreams,

that will never even speak.

So i stare;

through accusing fiends;

Lose the crowd and chase the beams.

Break the door and steal the key....

because it's mine."