Dear Bully,

This is my last letter to you

I have come up with the conclusion that there is no point in writing letters to the dead

You broke me in ways no one else could

And I hate you for that

But you kissed me in ways no one else would

And I love you for that

This is my last letter to you

And I'm not really crying, only little

They're burying you today

Right next to your father

I'm happy you'll be seeing him again

You know, I tried to come with you

But my dad stopped me

I would rather be up there with you then down here with them

But I guess that things happen for a reason

I just wished it happened to me too.

I have to go now

I have to go bury you

But i swear I'm not crying

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