Dear Death,
How many more people are you going to take from me? Don't you think you have taken enough? I don't think I can fall again into the pit that i been falling into. I can't take it no more. I'm tired of having a piece of me taken away. I don't want to cry anymore. I don't want to lose any more people. I lost so many, no one sees what is happening to me. Your doing this on purpose. No more, no more deaths! You took my best friend, three aunts, my uncle, five of my cousins, and many more. Why did you have to take them at such a young age? They weren't even thirty, let along twenty eight.No more deaths, I don't know if i'll be able to repair from the pain, find my way out of those darken holes, or the missing part of my chest. I don't know if i'll be able to breath this time from the sufficating news.
Dear Death,
How many more people are you going to take from me?