Dear Death,
     ‘O how you mock me, by avoiding me. Your voice haunts me, it whispers softly in my ear at night. “Join me, join me Christina. You belong with me”, over and over you say this. I’ve tried everything to be with you, yet you say I’m not worthy. You deny me the embrace of my grave. You’ve poisoned the happiness I seek, by seeping your shadows of self loathing , into the paranoia of my mind.

    Your voice leaves ghastly echoes, as I drag razor blades across. I tried a blade,  all it did was make me bleed. I tried arsenic all it did make me sick. I tried mixing JD with Soma all it did was put me into a mini-coma. I tried the gun but all it did was leav a ringing in my ears. Nothing’s worked, I’ve tried to join you, but you play coy with me . All I want to know is why you do this?

    That feeling of longing for you, has cause the ghost of razor marks to burn. Yet the burning is at its worst, when I’m on display for all the world to see. I reached the point of no return. Can you just tell my friends and what little family I have, that I’m sorry. But this is my final breath.

                                      Christina F. Hepler