Hour 17: Dear Bestie

If I ever take the yee-

I mean leap

Then you won’t see it comin

I’ll turn my world around

I mean upside down

That is to say the ground

Will be on top of me

Instead of underneath my feet

 

But that’s only if I ever get

The strength to take the lea- yeet

 

I’m sorry in advance

For the shock that it’ll be

There’ll be no 9-1-1 call

No ambulance parked in the street

 

I’ll find the tallest bridge in Tennessee

Make sure I don’t survive

This will not be a cry for help

It’ll be so I can die

 

I can’t write you a letter

I’m sorry, I just can’t

Writing it would take a depth of

Courage I don’t have

 

And I should know, I’ve tried

At least a dozen times

“Hey bestie, please don’t hate me.

I couldn’t live this lie.”

Once I even got to almost 50 lines

 

The problem is, I’ve been Dear Jane-d

That is to say, I know the pain

Reading in a letter

That you won’t see them again

 

And at the time, I wished them dead

Ironic, now, I can’t deny

But I’d have thought much differently

If ever they had actually died

I can’t Dear Bestie one more time

 

You can’t learn in a letter

So I told you to your face

You said it wasn’t news to you

You’ve always known that was the case

 

And then you said it’d shatter you

Your heart hit with a bomb

And then you said I’d go to hell

Guess we believe in different gods

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