Dear No One,

Death.

I never knew such a horrible feeling as the one I feel could exist.
I never knew you could feel this type of loneliness.
I am in a room full of people yet the only thing I hear is my breathing.
The rhythm it has and how in a few seconds it will cease to exist.
It was once alive will be dead.
How my heart could go from pumping blood and creating warmth to stopping completely and leaving me cold instead.
The rosiness in my cheeks will go away and my lips will lose their tint.
Yet I am not afraid.
Death stops being scary when you are more afraid to live.