I am Alice. I am dying and I am sixteen years young.

Dear Young
At least I get to die being you.

Dear Death
You inching closer makes me nervous. Embrace me already! I hear there’s liberty in you.

Dear Liberty
I lost you the day Hope flew away.

Dear Hope
Stop breeding Misery, wherever you are.

Dear Misery
You are me and I am you. Two faces of the same person.

Dear Faces
You can stop the pretending now.

Dear Pretending
You’re my other me. Looks like a bad case of split personality. Isn’t that good?

Dear Good
I wish you mattered in this world.

Dear World
I wish I did something for you to remember me by.

Dear Me
Hello again.
Seems like I lost you somewhere between keeping you alive.
Dear Hello
goodbye.

               Alice

– LunaTheInksane
This style of writing was developed by Jennifer-Leigh Oprihory