Can't you see?
This is simply an attempt at happiness.
This smile has been fading.
These hopes diminishing.
My life is a book, and the final chapter is approaching.
Was.
Until I found my light.

Dad?
I understand you are dealing with stress.
I understand that you find solace in the bottle.
I understand.
But can't you see?

Mom?
I know Dad hasn't been the best to you.
I know you are not happy here.
I know.
But can't you see?

Sister?
I get that you're becoming a young woman.
I get that you are trying to figure out love.
I get it.
But can't you see?

Brother?
I realize you are confused with your feelings.
I realize that your choices are looked down upon by many.
I realize that.
But can't you see?

No.
But two years ago, a new pair of eyes took a look and began trying.
For me.
For us.
He's given me a new outlook, restored all of my hopes.
And this is why that by the time this letter is read I will be gone.
Do not look for me, because I promise I am okay.
Now I am okay.
Now I have a voice.
Now I have a reason.