Thank you for the joys that you gave me, friend;
I thank you for your smiles, which made me smile in return.
No, really, thanks for the promises of a friendship that'll never end--
Until death do us part.
I'll also credit you, fellow companion, for listening to me as I poured out my heart;
And even more, I can't express enough gratitude for your hugs.
Thanks for the sorrows
Which you'd shared with me as we exchanged our life's' incorrigible bugs.
I thank you for your fury as well;
For I never minded as you lashed out your angst
And the bitter words you'd yell
Because I know that you don't mean it
And rather than scolding, you need my shoulder to cry on;
A person that'd listen to your woes and understand them as we sit.
I thank you for never hesitating to trust me
And telling me about everything;
In this manner, I was able to make you feel whole again
And relate to you while you grab onto my arm and cling.
Even though I'm never able to fully heal you,
Or win your battles for you,
I thank you for still considering me your own...
I wished that it wasn't only you--
But us two....
Thank you, dear, for all those memories;
I'll keep them close with me,
Hug them tightly
While I weep.
I thank you for everything you've done so far, my friend.
But now, I'm in desperate grief--
So allow me to make this brief--
You've shown more love and care to me than anyone else ever had;
My own family considered me a stranger
While you remained attached to me, even as my state of being became more sad.
My life deteriorates more rapidly every second
As I write you this letter;
A few years ago, this moment would've been what I always wanted
But now, I only wish that my chances for living was better.
I feel anger at life for taking me away so early
For the years we'd spent together flew by so fast....
Its good to know that you'll be the one who'll cry true tears at my funeral
But at the same time I curse myself for being so weak.
I'm unable to hold onto life anymore
So in these final moments of my life, your face is all that I seek.
My breaths has cut short;
The beeps of the monitor counts down the final minutes I've left on Earth.
I almost cry for my vision begins to distort.
So I thank you one last time, friend
Even though a lifetime of 'thank you's isn't enough.
I hear the final beep.
I am now at my end.