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Dear...,
Dear mother,
There is some things I've been needing to tell you,
I'm not what I seem to be,
and I'm afraid I might hurt you,
If I do I am so sorry,
It's just I was born with this sickness,
With no antidote or cure,
These past couple of monthes I lay sleepless,
And I wish I could tell you what for.
Dear Father,
I guess you were always right,
Sorry, I worked so hard to deny it,
Some things you just have to fight,
But no more lying about it.
This is one thing that makes us connected,
Even though I hate how it seems,
My mind was always infected,
Can you hear my silenced screams?
Dear Sister,
Will this shock you at all?
You were always seemed to be sinking,
Even though you stood tall,
But I guess we are all slowly shrinking.
So we weren't as close as you would like,
I'm am sorry it took me this long,
But you still give me light,
Even when there is something wrong.
