I've sent many letters to many people, and here I am again, trying to carve my way back to innocence. Haven't I lost my right to beg for your attention? Let the night drag her velvet cloak upon me; after death, sleep is our only natural means to oblivion.

Why do I make the same mistakes every time? I'm haunted by the ghost of an incomplete past. Release me, don't you see I'm only trying to drag myself to the surface? I'm calling out for you, but my messages-in-bottles never reach your shore.

Forgive me, I'd say, if I deserved to be forgiven. Instead, I'll wear my mask of strength and push you away. Never meant to cause anyone harm and yet that's what I always seem to be doing- polluting all I've ever loved with arrogance and doubt.