I’ve got this one letter,
It’s written for a person,
Important to me like a pen,
Without it’s paper, will be undone.

Only one thing is missing,
An envelop, with his address,
Got it in my head, but,
In there it’s still a mess.

Can I send this letter?
Without having you crying?
Or without hurting myself?
Afterwards, I wouldn’t be dying?

Cause of the painful words in it,
Or because of my honesty,
That leads us to only one last option,
The only solution I can see…

Is the only way to end it.
And will it be like I suggest?
Probably not, I’ll still see you,
So is this really for the best?

How I wished this letter would never,
Be good enough to send to you,
But every time I read it, over and over again,
I realise, how disappointing, every single word is true.

So I just need to send this,
To the person that takes this little bit,
In my heart too much pain.
This has to be over and done with.