To you, beloved Words:
I appreciate you, in all honesty. I've never had any qualms about using you well. It was always the opposite.
You helped people to appreciate me, if only for a little. It was nice that you helped them notice me.
But now I must ask: why?
Words, you started slipping through my fingers. You started a deadly hiatus, or perhaps a long and drawn out farewell.
Words, why must I struggle with you now?
Was I ever taking you for granted? How can I apologize, given how sick I am?
Please, let me tell them.
Words, are you abandoning me? Are you leaving me to die? **Am I going to die?**
I've never needed you more than now, so why?
Words, why do you fail me now?