Dear ghost,
While I sat there staring at the ceiling listening to you, at the other side you were crying. I wish I could tell you there was hope. That it is going to be okay but you mean too much for me to lie. You told me I was dying inside. That I was dying but I always found a way to be okay. When you told me that, I felt like crying too. I felt like somebody just told me what I was trying so hard to forget. People I met have told me I am insane. I am, because or else I feel like my eyes will die too. Don't cry babe we gon be alright.
Your no-longer-lunchbox-friend