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Well, here is your letter;

I hope it makes you feel better;

To know what's been on my mind.

Will you read it this time?

Lately shit's been crazy.

I think a whole lot about this life.

I love you and I can't help it that I feel this way;

Would you be happy if I die tonight?

My headphones are blaring;

Music is soft, my thoughts are getting scary.

You don't give a fuck, though.

You don't care for me.

You want me gone and that's okay.

I'm telling you I'm going to be gone for good one day.

You're finding happiness in the feelings of my depression.

I'm stressing out,  thoughts of self extermination.

You're falling for him, now.

When you said that it was just for fun.

I'm dying inside more and more;

Knowing that I'm no longer number one.

I hate the feeling of no longer being wanted.

You're happier than ever, girl. Go flaunt it.

I'm haunted;

By my past mistakes. And wrong choices;

Come creeping back and take away my voice.

I can't speak to you correct.

I try to calm you down, but it has the opposite effect.

You say he fucks you? Good, you're teaching him what you like.

Let me count eleven turns and hang myself to dry.

Leave my kids behind.

I want to die.

Well, here is your letter.

I hope it makes you feel better;

To know what's been on my mind.

Will you read it this time?

Or just leave it on the kitchen table;

Unable to give it the attention? It's inevitable.

I've written once, I've written twice.

I'm tired Bea, I'm just so tired of living my life;

Knowing you won't be there in the end.

You want to be my friend?

It won't ever be the same.

So why should I pretend?

It's not like we can fix it;

Good enough to float out to the sunset...

You can't stand to hear me breathing.

Would it be better when I'm gone?

You can't wait to see me leaving.

I fucking hate this song.

I fucking hate myself;

For missing all the signs.

For not giving you the time.

For making you feel like you weren't good enough.

You were perfect. You deserved every ounce of love;

That was held within my heart.

You were the one I wanted to grow old with;

I knew that from the start.

Who am I kidding? 

This marriage is ending.

There's no stopping it once it's started.

Here I sit, writing this letter, sad and broken hearted.

While you sleep within his arms.

With not a worry in your heart.

Let me die now. Let me take you for this ride.

Here I sit broken, while you sleep happily by his side.

Well, here is your letter;

I hope it makes you feel better;

To know what's been on my mind.

Will you read it this time?