I get bored often. I like to write poems. I never see my poems as being anything but simple. Usually, my poems are sad and depressing. This one is no different. It’s sad and depressing. I can’t write happy poems. Really, I can’t. I don’t have it in me. I don’t know what love is and no, I don’t want you to show me.
I don’t know why I am posting this. I shouldn’t be. I am invading someones life and gossiping about them and their problems. A gentleman I work with found the attached note on the ground one day. I took the letter home and did my best to decipher it. The writing was a bit sloppy but I managed. Below is the letter that was found. It’s quite sad.