As tear drops filled the foot notes of her page,
She wondered how she ever got this far.
It crept up like a theif in the darkness,
Infiltrating the depths of her soul and heart.
All the sudden the last four years seemed as a dream,
One with many illusions and falsehoods.
Now all she could do was try to see through the alcohol created haze,
To dig her way into a world up above the hole she dug for herself.
No longer did she know who she was,
Yesterdays happiness seemed a world away from this sorrow she now felt.
The depths of depression and lonliness called to her,
Singing its sweet song of sorrow.
If only she could find a way to end the pain,
To reach the end of this tunnel she now lived in.
Her eyes no longer held promise or meaning,
Life just had no pleasure for her.
What she would give to stop writing this letter,
The one that was soaked and smeared by tears.
She knew that one day some one might understand,
As for now she felt alone and cold.
So she sealed her tear stained letter in an envelope,
Then she left it in a book for some one else to find.
Hoping to help ease the pain she now felt constant,
Knowing that no one could save her now.
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