Life started so simple. I was so full of hope.
But times went and changed and I was unable to cope.
I hurt those who I loved, I almost lost one.
She's okay now but our bond's been undone.

I looked at the clock, it read thirty-seven after ten.
I should not have been awake, I realized then.
She meant so much to me. She was my best friend.
But now I fear that that has reached its end.

I ignored the pain in my chest, though it was hard.
I passed it off as just a wound from when the two of us sparred.
I know she still trusts me and would never leave me.
But it's for the best, why can't she see?

I'm on the right path in my messed-up life.
In order to bring hope, I must cause strife.
Things are fading from view. Everything's going black.
But I'm brought back to life as the door opens a crack.

A hand on my back assures me she cares.
"It will be okay, I promise," she swears.
I was waiting for the end, for things to get better.
But they would have been already, if I had read her letter.