Chan,

1095 days
without you.
730 days
without them.
What was my purpose?
Doctor told me,
writing letters help.
But dont send them.
My paper tainted
in tears and ink.
I love you.
I love you a lot.
But 3 years is enough.
I've held this pain,
eversince I was born.
What a cruel world.
My friends, your friends,
they're altogether happy.
Without me, but soon
with you.
I know you'll come back.
Not for me, but for them.
I wish I left something
in your life. Atleast,
don't forget me.
Please.

Tired, C.