I've been waiting for you,

in our 'special place'.

Waiting for you to come see me ...

but you never do.

I'm all alone here now.

I know I've done terrible things;

things I can't be forgiven for ...

I wish I could change that,

but I can't.

I feel so pathetic and worthless,

just sitting here, waiting for you ...

I'm not sure if I'd rather be hated or pitied.

Every day there's nothing here,

and all I can think about is how unfair it is.

I'm afraid you don't really want to see me.

Well, this has gone on long enough,

so I'll say goodbye.

If you ever read this,

know that I'll still be here.

Waiting.

I'll understand if I never see you again,

but I can't bear for you to forget me.