Thousand letters I wrote an sent.
Million words put on paper with tears dripping down my face..
Trillion ink of pen dropped on this papers, jotting you poems of laceration and that of lamentation.

It's been years of jotting these endless songs of agony.
How I long you'd read and feel this apathy that Is within me.
Are you so busy that you fail to open a single letter I sent?
Are you in a world of affection
that makes you so blind to see that I'm drowning deep in affliction?

May I jot these very last words I carry in this heart of mine.
Jot the very painful story that...