I use you, to know things.

I use you, to know people.

I use you, to know love.

I use you, to know peace.

I use you, to know success.

I know so many things , because I used you. you were used.

it's a shame. We useD to know each other. now you are far away and I am useless, and used up.

Oh, Frankie, five or six decades have passed since we last saw one another, We'd probably pass on the street now and have not a hint of recognition. I still come across a photo or two of us together in the box of old black and white glossies. You and I posing in our crisp white Holy Communion suits, arms around each other in your back yard. I think I heard that you're the CEO of a prominent New England hospital these days. That is if you haven't already retired. It was most likely in the second or third grade when you moved away. I suppose we really were our own "first best friends", which seems to be something meaningful in and of itself. I know we bonded easily and spent days playing till the sun went down. But my most vivid memory of you, Frankie, was when the neighborhood kids circled around the two of us on my front lawn and watched as we went at each other with fists flailing and noses bloodied...for a reason that I can never, ever remember.

Out of my heart cometh this writings

Out of my veins cometh this ink,

Peace of mind has become my adversary lately,

And just like you happiness has deserted me,

This might be the last letter I write to you and unlike the last six I sent I hope this one gets replied,

My eyes are slowly going blind and your face is the only thing I see in my mind,

I miss how things used to be before,

Everyday the distance between us expands more and more,

Everything around me longs for you, from the dust beneath my shaky feet to the clouds up above the sky,

Even when I look at the mirror I see your reflection instead of mine,

All I wanted was to be around and make you happy when you're sad

Was it too much for wanting to be your Stan,

If you had the chance to stop me from jumping down a cliff and you chose to let me fall,

I still wouldn't get mad and reap all of your pictures off my walls,

Now the only thing that excites me is the constant thought of me escaping from these pains when I die,

I wish I can stay alive with you forever by my side but I hope my inevitable demise makes more sense to you than my life,

I hope you feel my pain when you read this, I hope you see the feelings I have for you that I couldn't overcome,

I hope you figure out how much I love you when you see this bloody inscription,

I pray the thoughts of me get immortalized in your mind when I'm gone,

That's why I'm writing you this letter with a pen filled with my blood.