AS (Sep.20.1989 / Oakland, California)

Letter

The only words I have to say I write down in this letter
hoping that it would make me feel better
The only visions of good I only see in my mind
on the outside is only bad times
This one and only letter is the last and first you'll ever recieved
because my life is not worth weeping
I thought about it once and it was my only option, my only escape
passing through this life through the golden gates
This is hard for me to write because my thought are seconding
and these thoughs of death seem to be decieving
So end my letter with goodbye
ill meet you all on the other side

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