Dear Sarah,
I hope this letter finds you in the worst of health,
in a worse off place than I find myself.
In recent months I have wanted to thank you.
Thank you for telling me you would always be my friend.
Telling me you would always be there.
Telling me you would never let me try it.
Telling me you would always care.
Thank you for lending a helping hand.
That helping hand helped so much.
Helped us get hooked, lose our home.
Don't worry hun, I kept it all hushed.
Thank you for sending me spiraling down,
so low that I don't see any way up.
Thank you for all the lies.
For making me trust.
Only a friend as kind as you
can come in and out of my life.
And each time I let you in again
you push deeper that knife.
You were my truest friend
Time and time again.
Each and every time
My heart is harder to mend.
This time was the hardest
The hardest to bare.
How can I get through this now?
When you don't even care?
You have hurt me so many times.
Each time gets worse and worse.
What you wanted, you took,
Now I glance back, I take one last look.
I truly hope you die my friend.
Because it is my life you have cursed.
-with love, Nicole.
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