A Letter of Recognition for the Things That I Did and the Things I Will Do

To whom it may concern
so I've hit rock bottom
again.
When an end is an act of revenge
welcome to
the top of the list,
the bottom of them all,
the mean of a generation
where everything is the last thing
where every hit is the first hit.

What would I say
to all the friends, faces, fiends,
when they finally join me?
No words, none,
not a word.
Because how could I
how could I
how can I justify
what I'm doing
what I've done
what I did.
After all I can't justify any of it.