To a girl I used to know:

[kristatatata]

You drew me a picture once.
For my birthday.
It was a skeleton and it said "I don't deserve these bones".

I didn't understand it, really.
I figured it was just a drawing, and you decided to give it to me.
I didn't put deep thought into it.

I taped it to my door, and there it remains.
A reminder of you when I enter my bedroom.

Today, I was feeling kind of down.
I looked for songs which dealt with suicide, for a mix I wanted to create.
I downloaded a song by Cold, a band you were obsessed with back when we last spoke. And brought up the lyrics and played it.

I don't deserve these bones.

Why can’t you look, why can’t you look at me, see what I see
Why can’t you feel, why can’t you feel like, me feel what I feel
Why can’t you hurt, why can’t you hurt like me, taste the pain I feel
Why must I die, why must I die for you-------