Smeared onto paper with ink and tears,
Written into history with blood and agony,
Sent off in a letter, a letter to someone.

It's so much easier with the blue lines,
Unable to hear your response, your voice,
The quiet hum of a beating heart, one that'll never be mine.

Sealing the letter was the hardest thing I'd ever done,
After all, your eyes would be blind to it,
It was never meant to be read, my heart was poured into it.

Angry words danced across the page, only to be followed by regret,
Hopeless nothings scribbled between the lines, alone, and betrayed.
Every emotion, every thought, written down in a mess like poetry.

I know I'll never see you again, proven again and again by heartache.
You're gone, an emotional mark, a psychological scar.

Sent off in a letter to someone,
A list of things I can't get off my mind, a list of likes,
A list of my own mistakes, things that keep me behind.
Angry words that I can't control, screaming my revenge,
I can almost feel the headlines, "Hurt Me, I Hurt You".
The thought of you in pain makes me ache, I can't hurt you that way.

I'm invisible, slowly fading into the woodwork,
I won't hurt you that way, because I can't stand you in pain,
Watch as I slowly fade away...