This is the last day of my existence
The last day to commence all my feelings towards some.

To you, E.D.T., my darling and all:
I’ve loved you for who you are and can be, your love and
Intelligence, kindness and strength rescued me.
You took me out, took me and saw the world with me. You
Saw all the promise the world could give, you held me.
You cherished all the things that music could make
And you made us out to be the thing that no one’s selfishness could take.
You are but a kind soul who I intend to stay until the end for, but
If Death comes knocking at my door, I’ll be sure to tell him to
Leave a message. And if he persists to break the door down
Be sure not to keep a frown, but know we just needed to fix that door
Anyways. You could do that when you feel alone some days and think of us.
There are a few more matters to be discussed, but I’ll wait a little while for that.
Take care of yourself, take care the precious picture of that thing you liked
Take care of the little things you held dear and know that I’m always here,
Loving you always and forever my dear.

Now to another...
My dear friend E.A.C.
You betrayed me, left me to fade away everyday as though I meant nothing.
You said that your heart yearned for me, that my love was your key
To your sanity and I always was able to set you free.
You lied and then later denied that you were a fiend, later after that saying
That you were just faking and pretending you gleamed, but you always schemed
Against me and tried desperately to hurt me.
Oh well. Your loss, but I forgive you. Although there’s really nothing for you to do.
By the time I am gone, you may not care or even be aware that I left.
And if you ever did know you might not care and be bereft.
I swear that one day, I will hope that you know I am sorry for have meeting you.
I will hope you know I am sorry for stealing your pork that day and making this world even more blue than what it already is.
Goodbye and that day I meant it.

Lastly, for those elsewhere.
I will show the world before I go that this is not a joke, that you really can’t know if I
Am not just a figure of ash for you to blow away and never see again.
I hope that those who see this know that this has meant everything in my last words of the last hours of breathe that when I take it, it won’t be so bad and I won’t be mad or lost, and hopefully not forgotten.
Thank you for the blessings, the loving, the caring and showing of kindness and thank you for letting me confess all of my stress and letting me progress through all the horrible shit that made me feel less like a human being.

Thank you.